REYNA

I didn't make it too far because Saint quickly opened his bedroom door and dragged me back in. Despite my protests, he closed the door just before locking it. He pushed me against the door just like he had before. Only this time, he didn't hold me, he stared at me deep in my eyes.

"I won't shed a tear if you died. I wouldn't regret a single thing and I would not give a single fuck," he said. I stopped struggling to really feel the bruising of his words. "...because I wouldn't have any time to. I'd be way too fucking busy killing the son of a bitch."

A warmth spread throughout me as I melted against him. Even if he didn't mean it, it was exactly what I needed to hear. To know that someone out there would feel the loss that existed in my soul from the moment my mother was stolen from me. That my life wasn't meaningless to every single human that ever existed. That there would be someone out there who would do so much for me as I do for my mother.

"Will it always be one step forward and three steps back with you?" I asked quietly. His finger lightly caressed my cheek as he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"Maybe. I've warned you multiple times," Saint answered honestly.

He was right. Saint could have reminded me every day, but nothing would stop the feelings that began to grow for this man. For him, my heart ignored every caution sign, every flashing red light, every blaring alarm. He was wrapping me around his finger and I could no longer resist it. Maybe it was seeing him kiss his ex soon-to-be wife, or maybe it was the way my pussy throbbed for him.

He was pressing more into me, letting me feel his erection. I didn't bother to think as I reluctantly wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I can't stop thinking about Giovanni," I whispered. I could feel him let out a long breath. Every time I mentioned his name, there was always some response from Saint that I couldn't help but notice.

"Do you need help getting him out of your mind?" Saint whispered, kissing my cheek before going to the corner of my lips. He grabbed my hands and pulled them up above my head all while continuing the smooth gliding of his lips on my skin.

"Saint... are..." I tried to get out. Flashbacks of last night kept playing out in my mind. The way he touched me, grabbed me, spanked me, fucked me. He knew just what drove me mad, and he never stopped feeding me with it.

"Sei così sexy, piccola mia," he whispered, his voice growing dark and husky. I moaned as he grabbed the back of my thighs and picked me up. I could feel his erection right against my core as he finally kissed me.

"Are you just telling me what I want to hear?" I finally got out, breathing heavily. He chuckled, breaking the kiss to move down my neck.

"No," was all he said.

He walked me over to the bed and gripped my shirt where he pulled it off of me, leaving me in nothing but my bra. He stared at my cleavage with a smirk before removing the tie of his shirt. He grabbed my hands and wrapped his tie around my wrists, binding them together. I watched the knot he tied, biting my lip as he did.

"Do you trust me?" I asked him, recalling the conversation we once had where he declared trusting no one. However, he knew I would never cross him. He knew that even if his entire mafia wanted to turn on him, I would always be on his side. Even though I knew it based on the way he looked at me, I wanted him to say it and mean it.

Instead of answering my question, he hooked his hands around the waistband of my shorts and began sliding them off of me. Before he could get it past my thighs, I crossed my legs over each other.

"Answer me," I demanded.

Saint suddenly ripped my shorts off of me. I gasped in shock, and as I tried to get my hands free of their restraints, I couldn't.

"Saint!" I exclaimed.

He smirked, leaning down to the cleavage of my breasts. He slowly made his way down my body, trailing to the waistband of my panties. I could only watch as he continued down until he was right at my slit. He licked the fabric of my panties that was resting on my clit. My back arched at the feeling as my core pulsated in desire.

Gripping my legs, he forced them apart and held them up against my chest, presenting all of myself to him. He bit down on my clit igniting a shriek out of me just before he sucked it and his tongue circle around it.

"Saint," I said weakly.

He pushed my panties to the side and shoved not only his tongue into me but his finger as well. He then abandoned my slit and went straight for my clit where he sucked it into his mouth.

"Santino," I moaned, throwing my head back. He then added a second finger and began to move in and out of me. I was growing wet by the second. It didn't help that his tongue wouldn't stop adding on the pleasurable sensations. He repeatedly flicked my clit with his tongue to match the strokes of his fingers.

I tried to free myself again. I needed to touch him. I needed to find some sense of control. I wanted him to answer me, but my body didn't care enough to get that answer out of him.

"Don't..." I moaned. "Oh!"

He began to go faster and faster until I clamped down on his fingers and came. Saint easily slurped up every bit of my juices, sucking it out of me. My body shook, my mind went blank, all I could feel was every feeling I ever loved to feel. Euphoria swam with my soul and all I could do was shut my eyes and ride the high tide of Santino Venturi.

He didn't even get me a chance to come down because he was removing his belt. I could hear it fall to the ground along with his shirt, leaving him in his pants and briefs. Without wasting another second, he removed his pants.

When he noticed my eyes, he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. "You taste delicious, do you want to try?" he asked, his accent coming on thick. It was something I quickly noticed about him every time he was turned on. His voice would get darker and his accent would be more prominent. I loved it.

Nodding my head, he placed his finger to my lips. I could smell myself on him. I parted my lips and let him push his finger into my mouth where I sucked my juices off of him. In my opinion, I tasted like absolutely nothing, but he seemed to love it.

He eyed me as I continued to suck his finger, circling my tongue around it like it was my new favorite lollipop. Slowly, he slid his finger back out and dragged my lip down. He then brought it back up to his mouth and licked it.

"Get up," he ordered. As best as I could with my hands tied together, I stood up on wobbly feet. I could feel just how wet I was and it was trailing down my leg. My hands were in front of me as I tried to cover up my lady bits even though I was aware of him already seeing them.

Harshly, he reached out and grabbed me by my hair, dragging me to him. It happened so fast that I almost had whiplash.

I had to crane my neck up just to look him in his eye.

"When I fuck, I fuck, Angel," he said. To prove his point, he smacked my ass so hard, I winced. He then began to rub my skin soothingly.

"Lift your leg and don't drop it. If you do, there will be consequences," he ordered. I lifted my leg and hooked it around his waist, leaving myself open. Saint slid off his briefs and I watched as his erection sprang free. The size of it always astounded me.

I was standing on one leg with my other propped up on his waist. Since he was too tall, I had to stand on my tippy-toes to angle his cock right at my opening. It didn't help that I couldn't grab ahold of him because my hands were tied out in front of me. There was nothing I could do to support myself.

"Grab my dick and slide yourself on it," he demanded. I looked back up into his eyes just before doing as he said. I grabbed his long shaft with both of my bonded hands, feeling the velvety skin and veins on my palm. Slowly, I slid myself down his shaft moaning at how much it filled me.

I began to slide up and down his long cock, feeling myself grow impossibly wetter and wetter at the feel of each stroke.

It seemed as though I wasn't going fast enough because Saint took over, thrusting deeper, harder and faster than anything I could ever do. He forced my head back with the strands of my hair when he began to hit my g-spot. I moaned when his other hand curled around my neck and lightly squeezed.

My body was failing to stand up straight. All of my weight was supported on one leg that grew tired with pleasure. Saint made no attempts in helping me. All he did was pull my hair and choke me.

"I can't," I moaned, hoping he understood what I meant.

He fucked me harder to the point that I was clapping against him.

I couldn't do it. I couldn't stop myself. My leg gave out, and only then did Saint release my neck and hair as he quickly grabbed ahold of me. He lifted me like I was nothing and bounced me up and down on his shaft. My breasts were bouncing even in the confinements of the bra. My eyes were busy rolling in the back of my head.

Saint was pummeling in and out of me like a mad man. I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. Suddenly, Saint pulled out of me and threw me down on the bed. I bounced on the mattress as I stared at him in shock.

"Turn around," he ordered. Reluctantly, I turned around, putting my ass in the air as I tried to balance on my bonded hands. He slid back into me with ease, but instead of moving, he stayed still. When I tried to move against him, he awarded me with a spanking.

Saint expertly ripped off my bra, forcing it off of me, and threw the scraps of pieces somewhere in the room. He didn't waste a moment, molding them in his hands and massaging them thoroughly. He then circled my areola with the pad of his fingertip. Suddenly, he pulled my nipple, twisting it until it burned.

"Saint!" I whined. He didn't stop, he kept twisting the buds of my nipples as pain overcame me. Saint then began to move inside of me. I wasn't given the chance to enjoy his thick cock because of the pain he induced on my breast.

He stopped, rubbing the area soothingly just before twisting them again. I groaned in pain but also pleasure as he began to speed up inside of me. My back arched to accompany his thrusting as I winced when the grip on my buds grew tighter.

"Saint, please," I begged.

He let go of my nipples, focusing solely on his thrusting. I moaned as he circled inside of me, feeling every bit of my pussy. He then pinched my breasts again just before speeding up his thrusts until my body convulsed around him. I came for the second time and practically moaned so loud that I was sure the whole house heard it.

After a few more strokes, Saint pulled out and came on my pussy lips. I gasped at the heated liquid, dripping down me.

"To answer your question..." he began to say. "I do. Don't make me regret it."

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