Saint (A Dark Mafia Romance)(72)

“Then you’d better. Come. Fast,” I growl again, punctuating each word with my cock.

I can feel her start to shake, and I can feel her pussy clenching me tighter, milking me harder.

“Come for me, and then I’m going to fill this pussy up, and then we’ll go and meet the nice Hammond family for dinner with my cum still warm between your legs.”

Sierra starts to shake, one hand stuffed in her mouth to muffle her moans and the other with a white knuckle grip on the ferry railing.

I know for a fact that she loves it when I’m filthy. I also know for a fact that I am happy to oblige.

“Now be a good girl,” I growl lowly into her ear, my fingers blurring over her clit as I start to fuck her hard against the side of the boat.

“And come for me.”

She screams into her hand, shattering for me. Her knees buckle, her whole body shakes, and her dripping wet pussy clenches me so fucking tightly.

And I let go.

I groan as I bury myself inside of her, pumping her full again and again, until we’re both sucking in air and almost ready to topple over.

The boat blares its horn again, and I glance up to see that we’re really close to the piers now. She moans as I slowly withdraw, pulling her panties up tight as she smooths her skirt down. I tuck my cock back into my pants and zip up carefully as she spins in my arms and attacks me, her mouth hungrily seeking mine, her tongue pushing past my lips and eagerly seeking mine as she melts against me.

I growl as I kiss her back, my arms pulling her tight. My hand cups her ass before sliding down, and she moans as I slip it up under her skirt and cup her pussy through her panties. I can feel how soaking wet and warm she is from both of us, and I rub her just enough to make her whimper before I pull my hand back and tug her skirt back down.

Time to be presentable and meet the family.

“You made a mess,” she groans, blushing as she squeezes her legs together, her eyes still full of hunger and fire as they burn into mine. “Know anyone who’s good with messes?”

I grin. “I think I might know a guy.”

“Oh good, because-” she gasps, my lips on hers cutting her off with a kiss.

“How about I clean you up with my tongue later,” I murmur into those lips.

She blushes, and I love that I can still make her pink like that.

“You are a filthy man,” she husks out.

“And you love that I am.”

“I also love you, just so you know,” she whispers, slipping her arms around me and burying her face in my chest as the boat clangs against the side of the pier. People start to move back to their cars, and engines start.

“I love you too, princess.”

She smiles as she pulls back, her eyebrows raised. “Ready to meet the family?”

“Absolutely.”

“We’re sticking to the story about we met in a bar, right?”

I grin. We’ve already told a few of her siblings “our story” about meeting in a bar at a rock show. I don’t think either of us saw the need to tell the rest, and besides, it’s not a lie.

“It’s that or I just come out and tell them how I stole you away.”

The engine shuts off. The gangway lowers.

Sierra slips her hand into mine, squeezing it tight.

“Oh, you can tell them that.”

She turns, her eyes sparkling.

“Because you did.”



The End




Prologue





Rowan




“Oh, God.”

The words drip like honey from her lips — a hushed, gasping prayer to the darkness surrounding us.

Her fingers dig into my skin, her legs tighten on my hips, and her eyes go wide — big blue pools blinking up at me. I move in, my lips grazing the hollow of her neck, groaning as I inhale her heat and her scent and her whispered moan. Her chest rises and falls against mine, and the silver of the cross nestled between her breasts catches my eye.

A sharp reminder of the sin we’re committing.

This girl is my vice.

She’s sweet temptation. The apple in the garden. Original sin, writhing beneath me, clutching at my shoulders, and letting my name fall from her lips.

And this is so wrong. Even I know that. She’s too inexperienced for this. For me.

Too innocent. Too pristine. Too pure.

She’s got no business with a guy like me. And I’d say someone should have warned her, but then, someone did.

I warned her.

She ignored that warning, and now? Now I’m going to show her how dirty it is down here with the sinners. I’m going to take that innocence all over again. I’m going to take that purity and I’m going to make it mine.

I move from her neck and sear my lips to hers. It’s a hard, punishing, kiss. It’s penance.

Absolution in advance of the sin.