Page 73 of Sinful Bargains

“Adriana,” I breathed out. She turned, meeting my darkenedgaze, her eyes mirroring the same desire pooling in mine. Her hands reached for me, pulling me closer.

“I want you so bad, Joey,” she breathed. Before I could fully process my actions, she was laid back on the couch beneath me. My mouth trailed down her bare, taut skin, tasting every inch of her, my hunger insatiable for her.

My hands parted her thighs as I settled between them. She arched her back with a sharp gasp when my hot mouth attached to her aching core, the sound only driving me to consume her entirely. One hand gripped the edge of the couch, the other tangled in my hair, once neatly styled but now a wild mess.

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop until I felt her body trembling, her breath uneven, her chest rising and falling in jagged motions. Her skin became flushed, her moans spilled out in a symphony that was just for my ears. She was unraveling before me, and the sheer sight of her in the aftermath of that first orgasm brought a satisfied smirk to my lips. She lay there, chest heaving, trying to come down from the high I had given her. And I knew she was mine.Only mine.

“I love you,” I said.

Her eyes met mine, and she smiled at me. “I love you, too.”

A grin tugged at my lips. “Yeah? This is what I had to do for you to say it?” I teased as I moved between her trembling thighs. “You could’ve just told me. I would’ve done it the first time I’d seen you.”

The sound of her laughter rang out like music to my ears. “But you didn’t love me then.”

I shook my head, brushing my lips against her neck. “That’s where you’re wrong,” I murmured, my fingers skimming down her body. “I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you. And I’ve wanted you long before I even knew you existed.” Her hands gripped my shoulders, her fingers digging in as my touch teased her.

I kissed her lips again. “Are you ready for me? Because afterthis, you’ll never belong to anyone else. You’ll be mine.Forever.” Her body trembled under my touch, her eyes rolling back as I pushed my fingers into her further, refusing to relent. “I want you to say it,” I demanded. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Her head fell back, her cry of release filling the room. “Yes!” she shouted. “I’m yours!”

I smirked as I pulled my fingers from her slick core. The second I felt her wrap around me, I knew I had given her my soul. There was no going back now. She owned me, heart and soul, and I’d never be the same after this. Adriana would be my undoing, and I’d gladly let her.

Her arms and legs wrapped around me, pulling me in closer, urging me to keep going. Even if I wanted to let myself go, I couldn’t—not yet. The way her body responded to mine, the way she held onto me, it was almost too much to bear.

But fuck, did it feel damn good.

The sight beneath me only confirmed what I already knew—this was where she was meant to be. Beneath me, and me above her, the two of us so close we couldn’t get any closer. I didn’t want this to ever end. My hand gripped her face, guiding her gaze to mine. Her brown eyes met mine, glazed over. Her lips parted as I drove into her relentlessly, each thrust sending us further and further into our high. This wasn’t just passion—it was a deliberate breaking, a shattering of any walls left between us. And I planned to do it again and again, for the rest of our lives.

Her nails dug into the skin of my back, marking me as hers. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling beneath me. Then I felt it—the way she clenched around me. She cried out, her voice rising like a hymn to the heavens.

A second later, I let go, my world shattering into stars. My head dropped to the curve of her neck, resting there as I struggled to catch my breath. Her scent clung to me, and I welcomed it.

I wanted to freeze time—her body pressed against mine. We were as close as two souls could be, and yet it wasn’t close enough. I never wanted to let go.

As I lay there, still breathing heavily, Adriana was cradled in my arms, like she was made for me. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anything else in my lifetime. She was mine now. I didn’t care about the repercussions. I was already far too gone to even try to care.

Everything before this night felt like it belonged to another lifetime. Now, all I could think about was her. She had me for as long as Vincent would let me live. I’d let her drag me to hell if it meant she was by my side. But I would never let her go now.

ANTONIO

Istood in front of Vincent’s door, my stomach knotted so tight it felt like I might be sick. The cool morning air did nothing to stop the sweat gathering at the nape of my neck, and my pulse hammered against my ribs. I wasn’t one to usually cry, but my eyes burned anyway.

I’d spent days talking myself up to this moment. Telling myself I could do it. That I would do it. I was going to tell Vincent I was done—I couldn’t do this anymore. But saying it in my head was one thing. Saying it to his face was something else entirely.

Before I could knock, the door swung open. Vincent stood there. “You gonna stand there all day, or are you coming inside?” he snapped.

I flinched, my breath catching in my throat. This was it. No turning back now. Forcing my legs to move, I stepped inside. The door slammed shut behind me, the sound making me cringe.

“Sit down,” Vincent ordered. I obeyed, sinking onto the couch, my fingers digging into my knees as I tried to keep still.He stared me down, waiting, probably enjoying how I squirmed under his gaze. “Well?”

I swallowed hard. “I don’t have anything to report, sir.”

“Nothing to report?” His voice rose in a thunderous roar. “You practically live with the man, and you got nothing?”

My palms slicked with sweat, my mind scrambling for something—anything—that would get me out of this. “He doesn’t do anything,” I stammered. “I would tell you if I had something, but all he does is drive around town and smoke cigarettes with Paul and Marco.”

Vincent’s jaw tensed. “Do you understand what’s at stake here?”

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