His Secret Sin

“Diego?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

He rushed to her side, taking her hand, and pulling her to her feet.

“What’s the—”

Diego didn’t give her a chance to stop. He slammed his lips down on hers, silencing any more words from her mouth. Sinking his fingers into her hair with one hand, with the other, he gripped her ass, moving her across the room, to her bedroom.

She didn’t fight him, trusting him as he walked her back. Once they were in her bedroom, he made quick work of removing her pajamas. They were a cute pink pair, and he adored them, but he liked his woman naked and at his mercy.

Sitting her on the edge of the bed, he pulled and tugged at his own clothes until he was just as naked as she.

“Diego, what is going on?”

“Nothing. I just need to be inside you right now.”

He nudged her back until she fell against the covers. Spreading her legs, he stared down at her pretty pink pussy.

The best pussy he’d ever eaten and been inside.

Opening the lips of her pussy, he slid his tongue between the silken folds, nipping and sucking at her bud.

She arched her back, crying out as he licked her. Sliding across her clit, he nibbled on the bud before gliding down to plunge inside her. He began to fuck her with his tongue, making her take him, holding her legs wide, so he could eat her.

Her pleasured cries flooded the air, but he ignored them. This was about him tonight. He wanted to have his fill of her as much as he could before he let her go.

Inside he growled at the thought of letting her go, but he knew deep down her father was more that right. He had to do the right thing by her, even if he didn’t want to. She deserved so much more, and being selfish with her, he couldn’t do that.

He was getting married to another woman.

A woman who, at some point, would have to carry his child, even though he had no desire for any other woman but Belle. She had gotten beneath his skin, and there was no way he wanted to be with anyone else. Charlotte was nothing more than a duty. Belle, she was everything, the love, the pleasure, all of it.

“Diego,” she said, crying out his name.

He wanted her so much.

Focusing on her clit, he teased her nub back and forth, getting her to the peak of orgasm before plunging her over the edge. As he did so, he didn’t give her the chance to get accustomed to him.

He slid in deep, taking hold of her hands, locking their fingers together, and sliding in deep to the hilt.

Her cunt tightened around him, squeezing him. Pulling out, he slammed back inside, watching her as he did so. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and the bed banged against the wall from the force of his hard fucking.

He tried to get as deep as possible, to ruin her for any other man. He couldn’t allow himself to think of her with anyone else.

Belle was his.

She belonged to him, and he wasn’t going to let some asshole take her from him. Pounding inside her, he took her harder than he ever had before. Kissing her full lips, feeling her pussy flutter around him.

It was intense.

It was everything.

As he came, feeling Belle come with him as well, Diego didn’t know how he was going to be able to let her go. Especially not at the end of the week.

Chapter Ten

Diego was having to run some errands, and her father walked her to the nearest coffee shop. Belle knew something had happened between the two men, but they both weren’t saying a thing.

“A mocha latte?” James asked.

“Yes, please.” She removed her jacket, placing it across her legs as she waited for her father to return. The coffee shop was busy, and she listened to all the noise around them. It was nice hearing people going about their day as if they didn’t have a care in the world, and for most of them, they didn’t.

Her father, though, he had an agenda. He’d been dropping hints of taking her back home, and she wasn’t ready to leave.

Why would she want to leave when she had Diego and she wasn’t willing to let him slip through her fingers?

“I’m back,” James said. “So, one mocha latte, and I even got you a cinnamon roll.”

“Yum.”

“I know how much you like them.” He put her hands near the plate so she would know where to touch.

Thanking him, she tore a bite and placed it in her mouth. The cinnamon sweetness exploded on her tongue, and she took another bite.

“Are you going to tell me what went on between you and Diego?” she asked.

“Nothing.”

“Dad, I know you. I know you’re not the kind of guy to keep your opinions to yourself. Just tell me. We’re both adults here.”