Page 96 of Sinner's Vows

“So soft,” he murmurs, drawing a circle around my breast, slowly making ever smaller concentric circles as he draws on me with that fingertip.

Goosebumps flood my skin, my nipples hard, and I arch into him as the current races straight down to my sex, arousal flooding my panties again. Even I can smell my desire in these closed confines.

“Dominic,” I moan, reaching for his hand to push it between my legs already.

He clasps my fingers in his. “No, sweetheart. When I told you I take my time, I meant what I said.” He raises my hand to his lips and plants kisses on each fingertip. “I thought we might get away without tying you up, but clearly that isn’t going to work.”

Tied up, by him, with him, for him. No, formypleasure. That’s what he said.

I stare up at him, breathless as he lowers my hand, reaches for the other, and traps both wrists in his bigger palm against the mattress. “Keep them there, sweetheart. Push into the headboard if you have to.”

I nod, and he lets go as he shifts lower to where he can trace my panty line. Shivers erupt all along the trail of his touch. My chest is heaving as he dips his fingers underneath the waistband and pulls them down slowly, breath stilted and ragged in my throat.

I close my eyes, sinking in the sensation of his touch as he shifts down my legs and slowly peels my panties off in the process. When I lift my hips to accommodate him, I get rewarded with a kiss to a hipbone and a soft murmuredgood girlthat basically squeezes wet heat from my pussy onto the bed covers. God, what is he doing to me?

When I open my eyes, he’s getting off the bed, my panties pressed to his nose where he stands at the end of the bed.

“So fucking addictive,” he murmurs. “I’m not going to get enough of the taste of you, am I?”

Only one way to find out… and I’m squirming already with anticipation, wanting to reach out for him.

“No, sweetheart. Keep your hands where they are.”

I comply, but it’s a battle of wills. He waits for me to calm down, and I see the pattern here. He is going to take his time, give me space to adjust and find my own equilibrium each step of the way as we walk this tightrope over the canyon of my past experience together. And he’s going to hold my hand all the way.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart.”

The command sends a bolt of pleasure down my body, but I hesitate. If I do, he’ll see everything from where he stands. I inch them a bit apart, wanting to please him, but heat flushes my face.

“Wider, sweetheart.”

I comply, with each inch revealing more, his gaze drinking me in as desire pools in my core.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs from where he hasn’t shifted, gaze hazy as he watches me. “Almost there, Ariana, just a bit more.”

He is undoing me, with ease leading me to do things I never thought I’d be able do with a man, for a man…forhim.

Dominic.

Now he’s ghosting his hands over my inner thighs, not touching me, but promising and withholding everything I crave at the same time. Instead of going to my sex, he glides his hands up, and I open as wide as I can go as he guides me to bend my knees. “There.”

I’m flayed opened and have never felt this exposed before, except it’s liberating in a way I hadn’t expected, because Dominic looks so turned on. It’s obvious in the way he staresat me, licking his bottom lip. There’s no fear here, just eager anticipation to satisfy him, to follow his command.

“Stay exactly like that, sweetheart. I’ll be back in a minute.”

As he walks off, a rogue thought rushes through my mind. He’s controlling me even though he isn’t even touching me. With his words, his soft voice, his gentle commands.

Dominic Scalera doesn’t steer away from what he’s been trained to do inIl Consiglio.This is going to be torture, but of the sweetest kind.

51

DOMINIC

Alone in the adjacent bathroom, I lean into the vanity for a moment, trying to get a grip. Somewhere in my head, there’s the nagging thought that I should let Matteo know he’s just gained a sister, but I override it. It doesn’t matter. It can wait.

The beautiful woman splayed out on the bed next door isn’tmysister. Thank fuck I’m not that fucked up. To think I’ve been fighting these feelings for her with every weapon in my arsenal. Now I can convince myself it’s pure lust and fuck it out of my system as we have the green light, but something tells me it isn’t only lust. There’s more. So much more.

Maybe it’s because this situation doesn’t follow my status quo. I haven’t had more than my status quo, myantidote, for years. But here’s the problem: Ariana Morelli dropped out of nowhere into my life, broke through all my walls and all the way to my heart, and now she wants me toshow her. I’m not a fucking silver bullet. I’m not the cure, but for once, I really want to be. The one person who makes her forgethim.

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