Page 120 of Sinner's Vows

“What’s going to happen, Dominic? After Pietro and after we pick up Gabriella?” I need to know. My future isn’t mapped out anymore as it’s always been.

“Well,” he says as he finds purchase on his elbow so he can look me in the eye. “I was thinking we’d go lie low in Lake Como for a few weeks. For Gabriella to get accustomed to the idea that she’s part of our family now. As long as it takes to get you a new passport and other legal documents that will free you from your past.”

I have no doubt he could arrange that. “Lake Como?”

“The Trapanis have a house there. You can get to know Gigi and Carla a bit better, since…you know…”

Since we’re all family now.

“And then?”

“And then… I have this burning need to show you my place in Boston.”

“Your place?”

“My house. I’d love you to see my house and see if you could live there…with me.”

My breathing stalls. “Live with you?”

“Yes. With the aim to eventually get married. I don’t want to force you into anything, sweetheart, but you know how it works. Matteo, as our Don, as your brother, will manage your life for you if you don’t take yourself off the chess board as a pawn first. If you’re mine, nobody touches you. I’ll protect you—with my life. I’ll care for you—with every means I have. And I’ll love you, Ariana, because I already do. Every day, I seem to fall in lovewith you a bit more. I don’t think it will ever stop. I don’t want it to stop.”

His beautiful words are so unexpected and pure, I press my face into his neck as I choke up. He hugs me even closer, and joy wells up in me. Nobody has ever held me this close, so protective, and spoken these beautiful things to me. They are vows, and each one of them speaks to the things I’ve been searching for my whole life.

“Hey, my sweetheart,” he murmurs as he presses warm and tender kisses along my hairline, to my temple and lower until he finds my lips. “Tell me those are happy tears and that you’re not petrified.”

“Of course they’re happy tears,” I say as I push closer to him, needing to be one with him. “I’d love that, to be with you, because I’ve somehow stumbled into love with you, too.”

He chuckles between kisses as he works to open the buttons on my pajama shirt. “Stumble is a good way to put it.”

His lips are on my chest, sliding down to my breasts, and when he sucks a puckered nipple into his mouth, I arch into him, my fingers raking into his hair, a desperate pulse picking up between my legs.

One last, desperate thought zaps through me. “What about Bruno?” I whisper.

Dominic pauses where he’s working his way down my stomach. "Bruno?"

“That dog needs you,” I whisper. “And he loved you first.”

“What a time to talk about Bruno.” He chuckles as he nudges my bottoms down, his fingertips hot pools of heat sinking into my skin and straight to my sex. “As long as we only feed him raw organic bison, Bruno is welcome. Now…no more talk about Bruno.”

I giggle as he nips at my hipbone and ever lower. When his tongue sweeps down to my pussy, I get lost in the love that’s Dominic Scalera.

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This woman is something else. To think of Bruno in all of this just goes to show who she really is. My heart swells, and I force myself to slow down, even if I want to rip the covers off and devour her. We’re still getting to know each other, and the last thing I want is to be too forceful, too much, and in some way trigger her.

Her hands are in my hair as she splays open, and my tongue teases down that secret furrow, dipping into the wet crevice to taste her. She bucks against me, and I grip her butt, keeping her in place as I take my time, licking and sucking and circling that sweet little nub until she fists a hand to her mouth to still her moans. I pierce her with my tongue, sensing she’s close.

“More, Dominic,” she moans. “I need?—”

“I know what you need, sweetheart.” I pull away and drive a finger into her pussy, tentatively, but my girl is so wet and ready, her inner muscles already clamp tight against my rhythmic invasion.

She snatches at her breath as I add another finger, and when I lick her clit in passing, a tremor runs through her body. She’s on the verge, and this time, I want to kiss her as she comes. I riseup and find purchase on my free hand and bend down to kiss her mouth, my fingers not once losing their pacing.

She opens for me, and as our tongues collide, she moans, fingers digging into my skull as wet heat releases and gushes over my fingers where I’m buried deep inside her.

Fuck…this one comes so beautifully. Her orgasm still pulses around my fingers, my cock trapped against her leg and begging to let me shoot my load already.

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