Page 49 of Heartless Sinner

I pressed her down further into the mattress and hitched her leg up around my waist, sliding my fingers into her to make sure that she was wet and open enough for me.

“Please sir, please!” Marla gasped, and I thrilled at how she was still calling me that. She was so fucking perfect for me, in every way. Smart little Marla Preston had a dark side and I was more than happy to indulge it.

I slid my fingers out of her and fumbled blindly to find a condom, slowing down the kissing a little, moving my mouth over her neck. When I finally, finally slid my cock inside of her, I had to pause a moment and look at her beautiful face and make sure she was okay. I wanted to look into her eyes as I made her mine. I wanted to make sure there was that connection between us.

Marla took my face in her hands and nodded, and I began thrusting inside of her. I kept it slow, slower than we’d done before. As hard as I was, this moment between us didn’t feel like it was about getting off.

It felt vulnerable and intimate and real.

She’d let me chastise her. She’d trusted me, proven her loyalty to me several times over. And with her trust… I could only hope that I’d earned her affection in return. That I’d proven I was the man for her, the man who could treat her like the queen she deserved to be, reward or punish her as she wanted and needed.

Because oh, my stubborn, defiant wildcat needed that discipline. She’d squirmed and begged for it, gotten off on it. And indulging her had put me right on the edge, as well. Giving her that dark, dirty pleasure, and watching her unravel for me had been the height of male satisfaction.

I slid my arm around her lower back and pressed us up against each other, as close as we could possibly get. She’d been such a good girl for me and I wanted to just—feel her, be with her, connect with her.

Marla wrapped her arms around me and pressed our foreheads together as I shoved into her as deeply as I could. She moaned quietly on each thrust as I found the right angle and drove into it, again and again, losing myself in the sensation of her hot body tight and clenching around me.

I could feel her orgasm building, based on the way she moved beneath me. I groaned against her mouth just before I kissed her again, our lips fusing and our tongues tangling. This wasn’t like any sex I’d had before—any sex I’d let myself have with any other woman. I didn’t have to worry about her taking advantage of me, I didn’t have to worry about her thinking this was more than it was. Because it was more. I could indulge myself and be as emotionally open and honest as she needed me to be.

Just for her.

Only with her.

I could feel her getting close and increased my speed. “That’s it, sweetheart, go ahead and come for me.”

Marla gasped against my lips. “Vince,” she moaned, the sound breathy and barely-there, and then her body squeezed tight around my cock.

I wasn’t sure if it was her orgasm or her saying my name, honestly, that made me tip completely over the edge. But hearing my name on her lips as she climaxed was the best goddamn thing I’d ever heard.

I came hard, but not like a punch of pleasure to the gut as usual. It felt more like roaring waves washing over me. Something deeper and slower and more gratifying.

Even though we were both sated, I kept kissing her. Not with a goal in mind, but just for the pure pleasure of it. After a while, I separated our bodies and went to dispose of the condom and get something to clean her up.

Marla watched me return with a fond look in her eyes. “I didn’t expect this from you,” she admitted when I pressed the soft, warm cloth between her legs.

“What? The spanking?” I gave her a playful smirk. “I would’ve thought it would be pretty expected.”

Marla laughed lightly. “No I meant… this . . . the aftercare.”

I settled back onto the bed, pulled her into my arms, and tipped her face up to mine. “What, can’t a guy have a soft side?”

Marla let me kiss her but she had a cute, bashful look on her face. “Honestly I didn’t think you had one. I didn’t think anyone in our world had one.”

I paused, looking down at her. She looked gorgeous, her eyes luminous and her hair shining in the moonlight filtering through the window. “I don’t think most of us do. But I never wanted to be completely cold-blooded and heartless.” I paused, trying to find the right words for this. For her. “I wanted to find a way to still hold onto my humanity.”

Marla grew thoughtful as well. “I sometimes think that’s what I need. But the opposite. Ever since Dmitri died I feel like there’s this darkness in me that I never wanted to acknowledge. I think that—maybe what I was always trying to run away from wasn’t the mafia world, but those deeply hidden feelings I’d always knew existed. And I need a safe place for that darkness.”

“You can count on me for that safe space,” I promised her.

She smiled up at me, and looked like she might say something, but then she just buried her face in my shoulder instead and we drifted off to sleep.

Between one heartbeat and the next, I woke up.

Marla was already awake, which surprised me, and she was staring at me with a strange look on her face. I glanced at the clock. It wasn’t late in the morning, I hadn’t overslept.

I glanced back at her. “Everything okay?”

“Is that why you picked me?” she asked quietly, somberly.

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