By Virtue I Fall (Sins of the Fathers #3) Read Online Cora Reilly

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sins of the Fathers Series by Cora Reilly
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
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Santino waved over the owner to pay but instead of being quick so we could do something about my horniness, he chatted with him as if he didn’t have anything better to do.

I gritted my teeth. Santino was doing this as a form of punishment for all my teasing of the past.

When we left, I let my gaze stray over every halfway attractive man. “Maybe I should pick one of them to scratch my itch. They won’t waste time talking.”

Santino gave me a harsh smile. “I fear that’s not an option anymore.”

His possessive undertone only made me desire him more.

Still I felt like tipping the scale back in my favor so when we arrived back at our apartment, I stalked straight into my room and locked it before I took my favorite little dildo from its place in my drawer and turned it on.

Santino hammered his fist against the door. “Let me in.”

“Maybe later. I have an itch to scratch.”

“I’ll take the door down.”

I walked over to the bed and stretched out on it then slid my soaked panties down. I teased my folds with the vibrating tip of my dildo, moaning softly.

“Anna, you have three more seconds before I’ll kick the door in.”

I bit my lip with a smile and turned up the vibration before I pushed the head of the dildo into my pussy. I moaned. A bang sounded and the door flew open, then slammed against the wall behind it. Wooden splinters and plaster tumbled to the floor.

I cried out in surprise and sat up, my eyes wide.

Santino stepped in. “I warned you.”

His eyes darted to the dildo I was still holding and which was still half buried inside of me.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

I lay back once more. “Let’s see how you explain that to our landlord.”

“You really think I give the slightest fuck about him when I see you fucking your sweet pussy with a dildo?”

I shrugged and eased the dildo slowly deeper. Santino watched me with hunger-darkened eyes. He opened his pants and pulled out his cock, which was eager to join in on the action.

My mouth watered seeing it, but I kept pleasuring myself with my toy as if I wasn’t dying to feel Santino inside of me. When he began stroking himself, I lost it.

I tossed away the dildo. Santino didn’t need another invitation. He charged toward the bed with a smirk and grabbed my ankles, then tugged me toward the edge of the bed before he plunged into me. I cried out and almost came right away.

I wasn’t sure how long we got lost in each other like that when the bell suddenly disrupted us.

Few people rang the bell so I was a bit confused especially when it rang again. Santino slid out of me with a vigilant look. He grabbed his gun and hurried out of the bedroom.

When he returned a short while later, his expression didn’t bode well. I sat up at once, fearing the worst. If my parents visited now, we’d both be doomed. My bedroom probably reeked of sex and my tousled state didn’t really help.

“Who is it?” I asked as I stood, picking up my panties from the floor and righting my dress.

“Your fiancé.”

I froze. “Clifford?”

“Do you have another fiancé I’m not aware of?” Santino clipped, looking furious.

“What is he doing here?”

“Ask him. I haven’t opened the door yet to find out.”

I swallowed. I couldn’t send him away without talking to him. What if he told my parents he couldn’t reach me? Maybe I could pretend I wasn’t home? “Can you let him in while I try to make myself presentable?”

“Sure,” Santino gritted out.

Before I could say anything else, he stalked away. I slipped into the bathroom and quickly washed and put on a load of perfume to cover Santino’s scent. My hair still wasn’t as straight as I preferred it but I couldn’t do anything about it now, at least I didn’t look like I’d been banging my bodyguard.

Taking a deep breath, I emerged from the bathroom. Santino and Clifford were in the living area. Clifford stood awkwardly beside the sofa, as if he wasn’t sure it was safe to sit down. Which was understandable given Santino’s expression. He leaned against the kitchenette with a murderous look, his arms crossed.

I gave a strained smile, still completely stunned by Clifford’s appearance. I’d have thought we wouldn’t see each other again until I returned to Chicago for the next social gathering. My pulse was still fast. This time however for a vastly different reason than fifteen minutes ago.

I could only hope Clifford didn’t realize what Santino and I had been up to. If he let something slip to his parents and they talked to mine… Paris would be over and Santino would be in major trouble.

“Hey,” I said as I walked over to Clifford. We hugged briefly, which felt completely awkward, especially because Santino was watching us.


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