Page 38 of Sweetest Sin (Tempting Love #1)

Dominick

As the town car drives through the streets of North Harbor Point, Peyton sleeps peacefully in my arms. I could’ve put her down, but there’s something about holding her that brings me comfort.

Four years ago, I felt it in her presence.

She illuminates my dark world. She doesn’t belong.

My mom and Brielle are hardened from the life we live.

But Peyton is still sweet and innocent. It’s selfish to force her to stay in my world, to expect her to accept the violence, but letting her walk away isn’t an option.

But I meant what I said—I’m going to give her and our son everything they could ever want. For the first time, I want something more than success—I want a family. And I want it with Peyton.

The car pulls through the gate and rounds the drive, stopping in front of the door. Fernando opens the door, and I slide out with Peyton still in my arms.

I spot Martha sitting in the kitchen, playing solitaire, and she smiles warmly at me.

“Damien hasn’t woken up. He’s such an angel.” She eyes Peyton in my arms. “They both are.”

“Thank you. You can go now,” I tell her, carrying Peyton upstairs.

When I get to my room, I set her on my bed and start getting her undressed. I put one heel on the floor and start to take off the other when she opens her eyes and glances around in confusion.

“We’re home,” she says, sitting up.

I chuckle. “Yes, you fell asleep in the car.”

“I’m in the wrong room.”

She starts to move her feet, preparing to get off my bed, but I grip her ankle, halting her in place.

“I meant what I said,” I tell her, dropping the other heel onto the floor and running my hand up her bare calf and thigh. “You’re mine, and you belong right here with me. This isn’t only my room anymore … it’s ours.”

I spread her legs, and the bottom of her dress rises, exposing her bare cunt, thanks to me ripping her underwear earlier. I run my finger down her slit over the material, and she breathes out a soft moan.

I glance up and find her looking at me, her eyes half lidded, filled with a mixture of sleepiness and lust. I should let her get some sleep, but I can’t get enough of her.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I say to her, needing to hear her say it again.

I’m like a drug addict, craving my fix.

I crave her touch, her smell, her words.

I have to know she’s mine.

“Dominick,” she whispers, “I … I don’t know if I can be who you need me to be.

I want to be. I feel this”—her hand comes up and presses against my chest, right above my heart—“the chemistry between us. I’ve felt it since the moment we met.

But we’re so different, and I don’t know if I can accept this life. ”

Fuck, her honesty kills me. Most women would tell me what I want to hear. But not Peyton. She gives it to me straight every single time.

“You’re mine,” I tell her, crawling up her body so our faces are only inches apart. “You and Damien are mine.”

I caress her lips with mine, and after a few seconds, she kisses me back. She tastes like the perfect mix of liquor and something that is just Peyton.

“You’re mine,” I repeat, licking across the seam of her sweet lips.

“I want to try,” she murmurs against my mouth. “But I can’t make any promises.”

I capture her mouth with mine and deepen the kiss. It’s not the answer I want to hear, but it’s a start. I didn’t get to where I am without determination and devotion. And I have both when it comes to her.

Peyton tugs at my jacket, wanting it off, so I reluctantly climb off the bed so I can get undressed.

As I unbutton my dress shirt and drop it to the floor, she removes her dress and bra, her heavy tits falling like beautiful raindrops, leaving her completely naked.

I notice the tiger stripes along her lower belly, knowing they’re from carrying our son, and my heart clenches.

She was beautiful over four years ago, but now, she’s downright gorgeous.

As I kick off my shoes and reach down to remove my socks, I catch her watching me, and she isn’t wrong—the chemistry between us is hot as fuck.

But she wants more than sex in a club. She wants a relationship, a partner to have a family with.

She wants what her mom wanted, but her father wasn’t capable of giving it to her.

And I want to be the one to give her everything she wants.

The thought of another man giving her anything has me seeing red, and I know that I’ll never be able to let her go.

I’ll kill any man who touches her, and the only way to prevent that from happening is to ensure she never leaves me.

When I’m down to only my briefs, I reach for them, but before I can take them off, Peyton pops up and grasps them first. With her body flush against mine, she kisses me slowly and deeply as she slides my briefs down my thighs, then fists my cock in her delicate hand.

She strokes it up and down while we kiss, and it takes everything in me not to toss her onto her back and fuck her into tomorrow. Instead, I enjoy her touch, letting her control the situation.

She breaks the kiss, trailing her lips across my stubbled jaw and then along my neck and down my throat. When she gets to my chest, she circles my nipple with her tongue, then does the same to the other one.

“Peaches,” I groan, fisting my hands at my sides.

“Hmm,” she hums, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me.

She runs her tongue down my torso, kissing each of my abs before sliding onto her belly until she’s face-to-face with my cock.

“I never got to explore in the Dominican Republic,” she says, placing a kiss on the tip of my crown.

She swirls her tongue along the slit, and I fist the back of her hair, wanting to push her mouth onto my shaft. Thankfully, she opens her pretty little mouth and takes me all the way down her throat, gliding her tongue along my shaft.

Then, she glances up at me and, with mischief in her eyes, says, “Fuck my mouth. I know you want to.”

And because she’s right, I do as she said.

With my fingers wrapped tightly around her hair, I slide her mouth on and off my length, slowly picking up speed.

She suctions her cheeks, firmly wrapping her lips around my cock, and takes it as I fuck her mouth.

With every stroke, my cock gets wetter, the feel of her mouth on me almost as good as when her tight cunt takes me, until she’s dripping saliva down the sides of her mouth and all over my shaft while she grinds her cunt along the bed, trying to get herself off as well.

I can feel the pull in my balls, and I know I’m close, but I’ll be damned if she comes from the friction of the goddamn mattress.

I pull my cock out of her mouth, and she pouts. Before she can ask questions, I pull her into my arms and lie on the bed with her on top of me. I give her a hard kiss. Then, I flip her around, so her bare cunt is in my face and my dick is in hers.

She doesn’t have to be told what to do. She immediately goes to town on my cock, licking and sucking, while I give the hood of her pussy an open-mouthed kiss.

With her legs hugging my face, I get to work, feasting on her pussy. She’s soaking wet, and I can taste my dried-up cum from earlier, but it only turns me on more, knowing she’s been sitting here with my cum coating her walls.

I spread her lips open, and my mouth latches on to her clit. I lick and suck, determined to get her off before she makes me come.

It’s close. My balls tighten, but before I blow my load, Peyton loses the battle, coming all over my face. Her cunt gushes, and I lap it all up, licking her through her orgasm as I come down her throat.

“Holy shit,” she breathes, rolling off me and wiping her swollen lips. “That was …”

“It’s only the fucking beginning,” I tell her, repeating my words from four years ago.

Only this time, I’m not referring to our night together. I’m talking about our future.

“You’re mine,” I tell her, scooping her up and carrying her into the shower.

“So you keep saying.” She smirks, reaching up and palming the side of my face. “But those are just words. If you want me to be yours, then you’re going to have to show me that you deserve to be mine. And, Dominick … stop destroying my damn panties!”