A Sinner’s Truth (De Bellis Crime Family Book 5)
A Sinner’s Truth: Chapter 30

I thought Santo was an attentive husband when our marriage was fake. Now that we’ve decided to give it a go for real, that attentiveness has increased tenfold. To the point he’s starting to drive me up the wall.

It’s been three days since my father’s funeral, and I broke down. Santo held me while I cried myself to sleep. He was still holding me when I woke up. And since then, he’s been my shadow, glued to my side.

I’m not complaining. He’s not the worst person to have around me 24/7. But ever since we agreed on being in this thing for real, he hasn’t touched me sexually. I don’t know why, and it’s driving me crazy.

I find him in the games room. After looking around to make sure we’re alone, I walk over to the pool table, pick up the black eight ball, and drop it into a pocket. “I want to go back to having a fake marriage,” I tell him.

Santo drops the cue onto the table and storms towards me. His eyes roam up and down my body. “What happened?” he asks before stopping right in front of me.

“You made me like sex. That’s what happened. And now that we agreed to actually be married, we haven’t had sex. So if that’s what comes with being real, I want to go back to being fake.”

Santo doesn’t say anything. He reaches forward, picks me up, and sits me on top of the pool table. “You wanna be fucked, darling? You think that I don’t want to fuck you more than you want me to do it?” His hands lift my dress up my thighs.

“I want you to want me,” I tell him.

Santo presses his cock against my core. “Does this feel like I don’t want you?” he growls—yes, growls.

“Then why haven’t you touched me?” I ask as I wrap my legs around his waist.

“I was giving you time.” Santo trails his lips along the side of my throat.

“Time for what?”

“Time to process everything. I didn’t want you to think that I’m only interested in one thing,” he says, pulling his face back while his hands cup my cheeks. “I want you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”

“You do?”

“I do.” He presses his mouth against mine.

I close my arms around his neck and pull back from his kiss. “I don’t need time. I need you. I want you.”

Santo picks me up. “As much as I want to fuck you right here, I’m not allowing anyone else to see you like that, and I’d really hate to rip out my brothers’ eyes if any of them were to walk in.”

“Maybe we should circle back to the idea of getting our own place,” I suggest.

“Oh, I plan on it.” Santo carries me upstairs and into his room. The door slams shut and then I’m flying through the air before landing on the mattress. “Dress off now,” he says.

I climb onto my knees and lift my dress over my head. Butterflies fill my stomach with anticipation. I’m blaming Santo for turning me into this wanton mess of a woman. I was fine not liking sex before. I didn’t ever miss it. And then this man came into my life and got me addicted to the ecstasy that he so easily gives me.

“Bra and panties too,” Santo orders while he drops his pants and steps out of them.

Reaching behind my back, I unclasp my bra and slide the straps down my arms. My breasts ache to be touched, to have Santo’s mouth on them, his fingers. My entire body is needy for his touch. Standing on the bed, I pull my panties down, kicking them off before dropping back down to my knees. Santo, who is also now completely naked, stalks towards me.

He shoves me onto my back and positions himself between my thighs. His fingers slide through my wet folds before he pushes two of them into me. “You’re so fucking wet. Have you been feeling neglected, Aria?”

“I feel like I need you inside me now, Santo,” I tell him. His fingers slide in and out easily. His thumb presses into my clit.

“You need me inside you, huh?” he hums as he continues to fuck me with his hand.

“I do,” I say, moaning as my pussy clenches while the tingles in my lower stomach build.

“Who are you?” Santo asks.

“Aria?” I frown. I don’t understand his question.

“Wrong answer. Who are you?” he repeats.

“Aria De Bellis?” I honestly don’t know what he wants me to say.

“The correct answer is my wife. Who are you, Aria?” He smirks down at me.

“Oh god. Your wife. I’m your wife!” I yell out.

“That’s right. You’re my wife, and that’s not about to change anytime soon. You’re my wife.” He thrusts his fingers harder. “Mine,” he growls.

“I’m yours,” I tell him.

Santo moves his hands to my thighs, spreading them as wide as they can possibly go. He fists his cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up, and then he enters me with one hard thrust forward.

“Oh God.” My legs wrap around his waist. I hold him close as I let my body adjust to the intrusion. The mixture of pain and pleasure send an immediate thrill shooting through my nerve endings.

“You are mine, my wife,” Santo says as he slowly begins to drive his cock in and out.

“Mhmm, yours.” I have no words as my eyes roll to the back of my head. His cock slams into me over and over again. Hard and fast.

“Fuck, I love your pussy. My pussy. It fits me like a fucking glove, Aria. You were fucking made for me. Mine.”

“It’s yours. Only yours,” I moan. My fingers dig into his back, my nails embedding in his skin.

Santo lifts my ass and tilts my body, giving himself a deeper angle before reaching some magic button deep inside me. With each thrust, he hits that button and it has me seeing stars. I’m coming minutes later while my legs clutch his waist.

“Yes, come for me, darling. I love when your pussy clenches around my cock, milking me. It’s all yours. Fuck yes! Just like that. I fucking love soaking my cock in your juices,” Santo grits out between thrusts. “Fuck yes. So. Fucking. Perfect.” Then he stills while emptying himself inside me.

“Oh my god, that was…” I’m heaving as I try to catch my breath.

“Fucking amazing,” Santo finishes my sentence for me.

“It really was. Thank you.” I sigh, roll over, and drape a leg over his body.

Santo’s hand runs up and down my back. “You don’t have to thank me for fucking you, Aria. It’s not exactly a hardship.” He chuckles. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t wanted.”

“We went from having sex multiple times a day to not at all. It confused me,” I admit. And I got in my own head. I thought that maybe he was having second thoughts about our relationship, and I was trying to give him an out when I suggested that we go back to the fake arrangement.

“I was trying to be a gentleman, to give you time to process your loss and deal with everything. I don’t want you to think this is only about sex. It’s not. But don’t for one second think I don’t want to fuck you every minute of every day.”

I shift my body to look up at him. “Do you think it’s crazy that we’re doing this?”

“I think it’d be crazy not to do it,” he says.

“Do you feel guilty about being with me?” I ask him.

Santo seems to consider his response. I can tell he’s trying to find the right words. “Sometimes. I don’t want to and I know I shouldn’t. But it’s a hard habit to break.”

“Are you still in love with her?” I don’t need to clarify. We both know who I’m talking about.

“No. I loved her. But now all I can think about is her betrayal. At the same time, I feel freer than I have in years. It still hurts—the loss of everything I thought we had—but I don’t want her back anymore.”

“Okay,” I whisper. It’s not easy knowing your husband has had a great love with someone else. I know he’s hurt over finding out about her affair, but he still loved her and he lost her. That’s not going anywhere. I don’t want to take it away from him either. “Do you think that one day you’ll be able to love again?”

Santo frowns at me. “I’ve already fallen in love again. You might know her. She’s pretty fucking amazing. Cute too. Strawberry-blonde hair, green eyes. Oh, and she’s married to me.” He smirks.

My breath catches in my throat. “I… You love me? Why? How?”

“You make it easy to love you, Aria. You’re fucking innocence is what drew me to you. You’re sweet, kind, and you’re fucking gorgeous. Not to mention you’re easy to talk to. I actually like being around you,” Santo says.

“I love you too, but if you break my heart, I’m going to find a way to rip yours out and then I’m going to cook it and make you eat it,” I warn him.

“You know a dead man can’t eat his own heart?” He laughs.

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” I lay my head back down on his chest.

“I won’t break your heart. I promise,” Santo whispers while clutching me tighter.