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 shoved away my panties, and I moaned, my head falling forward when he slid two fingers into me. As usual, our banter had already prepped me well and my muscles welcomed him gladly.

“If I’d known this would shut you up, I would have fingerfucked you over my lap sooner.”

I hung limply over his strong legs as he eased his long fingers in and out. His other hand massaged my ass.

I breathed through my nose, my eyes falling shut.

“You won’t ever call me pussy again.”

I hummed my agreement. With Santino’s fingers hitting all the right spots, I would have agreed to anything.

Santino’s hot breath hit my skin a second before he bit my ass cheek lightly, making me moan even louder. “You can be such a good girl when you’re horny. I’ll remember that.”

“How does letting you fingerfuck me over your lap when I’m engaged to another man make me a good girl?”

Santino’s palm hit my ass hard. I jerked then cried out when he pinched my clit and I almost came. “You are only mine right now, and I want you to remember that.”

My head lolled forward once more with a weak nod as Santino’s fingers moved torturously slowly, stroking my inner walls deliciously, as he moved so deep his knuckles pressed against my clit.

“Now I want you to come hard like a good girl.”

I would have rolled my eyes if Santino hadn’t started thrusting his fingers into me at a pace that had me grab his legs and my toes digging into the floor because I was losing track of what was up and down.

“Oh god,” I gasped. “Oh god.”

I wasn’t sure I could take much more. My body was heightened to the max, my clit swollen and aching, desperate for release.

Santino smashed his palm against my ass when his fingers were buried all the way in me and his knuckles hit my clit.

I screamed as I came with a violent shudder. A string of unintelligible words, some French some Italian fell from my lips as I pressed my face against Santino’s calf and felt wetness trickle down my thighs.

Confusion filled me but I was too overwhelmed and exhausted to react on it.

Santino purred like a lion as he stroked my ass, his fingers still sliding in and out of me.

He bent down and pressed a kiss to my left then my right ass cheek before he pulled out his fingers and kissed my sensitive flesh. I moaned again. His tongue trailed over my upper thigh.

I lifted my head, certain my hair was worse than a bird’s nest. “I’m not sure I like you spanking me like a naughty schoolgirl.”

Santino peered at me over my ass, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Your body does. You squirted like a good girl.”

My cheeks heated. For some reason, this seemed like something unnormal to do. I’d never done that before.

“Trust me, making a girl squirt is a badge of honor every man wears proudly,” Santino said, reading me as usual. Lying on his legs had become increasingly uncomfortable due to his erection digging insistently into my belly.

His smile broadened, becoming almost wolfish. “Let’s see if I can earn another badge.”

Santino gripped my hips and tossed me on the bed. I let out a groan, feeling boneless.

“No rest for the wicked, Cherie, I’m going to give you a real pounding now.”

Santino positioned me so I was sprawled out on the bed with my face turned toward the wooden bars of the headboard.

“You better hold on tightly. This is going to be rough.”

I bit my lower lip to stifle a grin. Santino propped my ass up slightly then squatted behind me. I was about to comment on the position when he slammed into me. His hands clamped down on my hips as he pistoned into me. My hands shot out, fingers desperately clinging to the bars of the bed.

“Oh holy shit,” I gasped into the pillow.

Santino’s thrusts hit me so deeply and filled me so entirely that stars burst before my eyes from the sensations. The slapping sounds of his thighs hitting my ass cheeks mingled with our moans. The bed vibrated, slamming against the wall over and over again. I really hoped our neighbors wouldn’t call the police.

I came with a cry, my fingers clutching on to the bars and my teeth sinking into the pillow. This was almost too much. Santino didn’t slow. He was angry fucking me. I’d never really understood the term, but now I did, and it was addicting.

He leaned down. “Savor every second. One day the memory of this will be the only thing that’ll get you through the unfulfilling poking that Cliffy considers sex.”

“Asshole,” I gritted out, trying to shove up but Santino’s thrusts kept me flat on my stomach.

“That’s right,” Santino growled, kissing me harshly. I answered his kiss with the same fervor.


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