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Mama is lowered first and I find myself sinking with her; the only woman I’ll ever get on my knees for.
“Forgive me Father,” I mutter into the cold metal as a raindrop lands on my cheek, “for I have sinned.”
And for the first time since we met, I see her smile. I think I like it when she smiles.
“If you belonged to me and dressed like that around other men, I’d pull down those skimpy bottoms and spank your ass until it was raw.”
“This morning, in the sea. I was fingering myself thinking about you.”
“One more whip of my belt, and you’ll be coming in a church. No amount of confessing can save your soul from that.”
“Because seeing you in your engagement dress is hard enough. But seeing you in your wedding dress?” A growl vibrates deep within me. I tighten my grip. “That’ll be fucking torture.”
But that’s the thing about lines in the sand. Eventually, they wash away, and you can’t remember where you drew them.
Angelo Visconti isn’t a knight in shining armor, he’s a monster in an Armani suit.
“He doesn’t recognize me outside of the forest, Angelo. That’s why it can’t be knocked down, and that’s why we can’t leave. What my father and I have, it doesn’t exist outside of it.”
His thumb pad carves a trail over my jawline. It stops at the corner of my mouth, but I turn my head to catch it between my lips. He lets out a soft moan, watching me, eyes half-lidded with lust, as I slowly lick it. “Yes?” Danger sparking in his eyes, he pushes his thumb further into my mouth, and with wetness pooling between my thighs, I open my mouth wider to take him all in.
“Out of all my sins, you’re my favorite.”
“I swear to God, Rory. You better know how to fly, because if you fall, I’m coming with you.”
“I’m old enough to be your father. How does that make you feel?” Heart thumping, I feign boredom.
“Does that mean I can call you daddy now?”
“I liked that sweater.” “You can have all my sweaters.”
Seek hope where the air is salty and the cliffs are steep.
“Not just regular happy. I mean really fucking happy,” he growls into my mouth, palming my ass to pull me on top of him. “Can’t stop fucking smiling, don’t want to go to sleep because reality is better than your dreams kind of happy. I want to make you so damn happy that you shit sunshine and piss rainbows and people think you’re as high as a kite when you walk into a room.” He nips my lower lip in mild frustration, and his fingers dig deep into the back of my thighs as he slides me up to his groin. “If you want to be mine, I’ll make you that happy, Rory.”
“I’ll show you what it looks like. Now, be a good girl and moan my name while I worship you.”
