By Sin I Rise: Part Two (Sins of the Fathers, #2)

She cried out, not holding back for the first time. That throaty, lust-filled scream almost made me come in my pants. I watched her, mesmerized by her wanton expression. But even in passion, Marcella looked elegant, as if that invisible crown was still firmly in place.

Eventually I stopped and Marcella’s breathing slowed. My own need was almost unbearable now but I loathed to break the moment. Luckily, Marcella did. She sat up and pushed me down instead. She made quick work of my pants and soon my briefs joined them on the grass. My cock already had a heartbeat of its own. Marcella kneeled beside me and curled her hand around the base of my shaft. She gave me a coy look as she tossed her long hair over one elegant shoulder.

I hadn’t expected it and nearly burst as she bent down and took me into her mouth. Considering how often I’d imagined that moment, it was bound to disappoint but somehow she managed to beat my horny mind. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she sucked my cock. Her silky tresses fell forward, curtaining her face. I quickly brushed them back then held them up when they threatened to fall again. I needed to see her to believe it.

Sometimes her teeth grazed my cock or she had trouble coordinating her hand-mouth-movement. It reminded me that this was the first time she did it. I was the first guy she did it with, and that made every sloppiness so much sexier than I ever thought it could be.

“Stop,” I growled and gripped her shoulders, gently pushing her back. “I need to be inside of you, Snow White. I can’t wait another second.”

I gripped her hips and helped her straddle me. My eyes took in her dusty pink nipples against the paleness of her skin, the shiny black silk of her hair against my skin. My eyes dipped lower to where our bodies joined. I teased her clit with my piercing until she panted softly once more. Then I positioned my fat tip at her entrance and lifted my hips. Her lips opened wider, her tongue sliding along her upper lip. She exhaled as she took more of me in.

This was the moment I would have gladly died. If Vitiello wanted me dead, he could kill me and I’d die a happy man, especially knowing he’d be sick knowing I banged his beautiful daughter. Marcella lowered herself until her ass cheeks touched my balls. Her lips parted for a soft moan, her walls clenching around me.

I cupped those firm cheeks. “If you lean forward, my piercing will rub your clit.”

Marcella grabbed onto my shoulders and tipped forward. I guided her ass in a slow forward rotation. “Oh,” she breathed, her eyelids drooping in obvious pleasure. “This feels amazing. I missed this so much.”

I pulled her down for another kiss. “Fuck, how I missed this.” Our eyes locked, the skyline reflecting in hers. Soon Marcella was overwhelmed by her orgasm and I followed soon after her. She collapsed on top of me, her breath hot against my throat.

“I love you, Snow White. I should have said it more often. But I never thought I’d say it to someone, and I don’t care if I said it too soon, or in the wrong moments, I fucking love you and I don’t need years to figure it out.”

She raised her head, surprise twisting her features. She didn’t say anything, only looked at me in a way that made me feel naked on a whole new level.

“What do you love about me?” she asked softly, catching me completely off guard. It was so difficult to put love into words, especially for me. I’d never liked to talk about emotions but Marcella left me no choice.

“You’re being cruel,” I said with a choked laugh.

Marcella propped herself up on my chest, running her fingernails over my skin.

“I love that you surprised me and that you didn’t bow down or beg when we kidnapped you. I love how you befriended a messed-up fight dog and still visit her. I love how you smile at me. I love how loyal you are to your family even if it makes my life so much harder. I love that you don’t try to hide your scars but transform them into a statement.”

I paused. My thoughts were tumbling over each other in my head. Marcella leaned forward and kissed me. “Thank you,” she said simply.

“You forgave me the unforgivable,” I said. She needed to know that I knew how much I’d fucked up. She merely nodded, as if it went without saying. “I never considered the Vitiellos the forgiving type.”

“We aren’t, except to those we love.”

I’d admitted my love to Marcella and after I’d killed my uncle for her, she’d probably believed that I really loved her but she had held back any declaration of affection. I got it, had accepted her need for time and space without hesitation, but now I needed more. I stepped closer, touched her hips. “You forgave me.”

Marcella sighed. “Because I love you.”

I kissed her again and again. I wanted to stay like this forever, only the two of us. “Nobody’s going to be happy about our love,” I said.

“It doesn’t matter as long as we are.”





I glanced at my watch and my face fell. “It’s almost one. We should probably go back before Dad sends out a search party. The bodyguards will have told him about our escape by now.”

Maddox’s grin became teasing and he cupped my ass cheeks. “I don’t feel like getting up or returning you to your family—ever.” He dipped his fingers between my thighs, feeling my lingering arousal.

I closed her eyes, my teeth digging into my lower lip, as I enjoyed Maddox teasing me. I wanted nothing more than to spend all night with him and make love and talk, especially after we’d just voiced our feelings for each other. I sighed again. “Don’t tempt me. I’m in enough trouble as it is.”

He clapped my ass. “All right, then let’s face our judgment.”

I laughed. Dad had probably already made his verdict and it wouldn’t be good for either of us. I straightened, completely naked. Maddox’s gaze raked over me in a way that sent a pleasant shiver down my back. I too allowed myself a moment to admire Maddox’s muscled and inked upper body. I loved running my fingers along the firm ridges of his sixpack and follow the soft skin down his Adonis’ belt.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t return any time soon,” Maddox warned in a low voice, his cock already half erect.

I shrugged. “Ditto, Mad.” He reached for me but I jumped back with a giggle and sauntered over to where I’d dropped my thong, making sure to bend over provocatively to pick it up and put it on.

Maddox jumped to his feet, grabbed the leather jacket and put it over my shoulders. “You really need to put this on or I’m going to fuck you bend over my bike.”

“I’d like that,” I said with a teasing grin. Maddox shook his head with a groan and got dressed.

I took out my dress from Maddox’s saddlebag and put it back on, even if it was wrinkled. If I returned home in only Maddox’s leather jacket, Dad would put a bullet in Maddox’s head, no questions asked. The state of my dress wouldn’t really win Maddox any bonus points either.




I held on to him even tighter as we rode back to the mansion, not because I was scared of the bike, but because I wanted to be as close to him as possible.

The moment we pulled up in front of the mansion, the door opened and Dad stepped out, looking royally pissed.