A Sinner’s Saint (De Bellis Crime Family #4)

Chapter 35

Chapter Thirty-Five

I think this is the closest I’ve ever been to feeling like a kid on Christmas day. I literally have my single wish right here. In my arms. Cammi. Watching her come apart in pleasure is the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen. It’s like coming home after a really long time away.

My cock is rock fucking hard, and I know this is going to be embarrassingly quick after twelve months with just my hand for company. “I should apologise now,”I tell Cammi as I lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist.

“For what?” she asks, her back hitting the tiled wall.

“For this being really quick. It’s just, ah… been a long time.”

“Vin, I don’t care. Just fuck me already.”

Pressing her body harder into the wall, I shift her weight and free my hand. Then I line up my cock with her entrance. “You want this, right?”

“Yes,” Cammi groans and uses her legs to push herself down onto me. “Oh god.”

She so fucking tight, so good. And then a thought hits me and I stop. “Wait.” I don’t know if we should be doing this. “We should wait. Talk to a doctor first. What if it’s not safe, Cammi? What if it’s bad for your heart?” Fuck, I need to be more careful with her. I can’t let us get lost in the passion if it’s going to impact her heart.

“I swear to God, Vin, if you don’t start moving, I’m going to go insane. My heart is fine. I’m fine. I promise,” she says. “I’ll tell you if I start feeling not fine .”

“Okay.” I begin to move again, slowly. I can’t fuck her roughly. I’m too fucking scared of hurting her. So instead, I take my time. My lips trail up and down her neck. “I love you,” I whisper into her skin as my cock slides in and out of her cunt at a gentle pace. I fucking love being inside her.

“Please,” Cammi moans.

“What do you need?” I ask her.

“You. Always you,” she says.

“You have me,” I tell her before capturing her lips with mine. I can feel myself on the edge. I need her to come again. I might be quick. Like I said, it’s been a really long fucking time. But I’m not an asshole. I want her to find her release before I combust.

Moving my mouth away from hers, I kiss my way down her neck. “Are you going to show me again, Cammi?”

“Mmm.” Her head falls back against the tiles. My hips circle as I grind against her. And then her legs tighten around me. “So close,” she moans.

Picking up my pace slightly, I feel her pussy clenching, pulling me in every time I slide out. Until she squeezes me so damn tight I have to pull out while she’s still coming. My own release spilling all over the outside of her cunt.

I rest my forehead against hers. “Are you okay?”

“Best I’ve been in a really long time,” she says breathlessly.

I haven’t been able to stop looking at her. She’s fucking beautiful and she’s here. In my bedroom. “You need to eat,” I tell Cammi for the third time. I’ve been trying to convince her to come downstairs for dinner.

“I’m really not hungry, Vin. You can go eat with your family. I’ll just... stay here.” She motions a hand around the room.

“Cammi, when was the last time you ate?” I’ve been with her basically all day. She didn’t touch the food they gave her at the hospital.

“This morning. I had a muffin at the café,” she says. “I’m fine, honestly.”

“What if we go to that sushi place you used to love?” I suggest, and Cammi screws up her face.

“I don’t feel like eating right now.”

I don’t know what to do to get her to eat—actually I do. It’s manipulative as fuck but I think it just might work. “Fine,” I say, sitting down on the bed and making myself comfortable.

“What are you doing?” she asks before climbing on next to me.

“If you’re imposing some kind of hunger strike, I’m joining you. I’m not eating until you do.” I fold my arms over my chest.

“That’s ridiculous, Vin. You need to eat.”

I raise a single eyebrow at her without saying a word. We get trapped in a staring match. I’m stubborn as fuck, and when it comes to her well-being, I’ll be more stubborn than ever if it gets me what I want.

“You’re really not going to go and eat?” she asks.

“Nope. You wanna watch a movie?” I offer, reaching for the remote.

“Fine, I’ll eat. Come on,” Cammi huffs out.

“Glad you finally saw things my way.” I smile at her as I climb off the bed.

Just before we walk out of the room, I reach down and clasp my hand around hers. I watch her face as I do, waiting for any indication that she doesn’t want me to touch her.

Cammi turns and smiles at me. “It’s okay.”

I breathe out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I can do this. I can get past my messed-up fuckups and try to be better for her. I don’t want her having to spend a lifetime having to ask me to touch her. Kiss her. Make love to her. I get that it’s not normal.

“Wait.” I skid to a stop in the hallway, my eyes honing in on her lips. “I… ah…”

“Vin, I want you to. I always want you to,” she says.

I bend forward and meld my mouth with hers. “I really want to be better for you.”

“I don’t need you to be anything but yourself, Vin. All I need is for you to stay. Don’t leave me again.” Her words cut me deep.

“I was a fucking idiot, Cammi. Trust me, I’m not going anywhere,” I say as I lead her downstairs.

My brothers are already sitting at the dining table, along with El, Daisy, and Zoe—Marcel’s new girlfriend. Gabe has Luciano on his lap. This family really is growing fast.

I pull out a chair for Cammi. She sits down but doesn’t let go of my hand. Her grip is tight, and I have to force myself to remain calm as I claim the seat next to hers. I try every fucking thing I can think of. Counting to five, looking over at the adorable face of my nephew, but I can feel myself starting to sweat.

Not now. Fuck, I can’t even sit at a dining table five minutes after I told her I was going to be better for her.

“What’s wrong?” Cammi whispers while looking across at me.

My fingers clench and unclench. “Nothing,” I tell her, forcing my tone to remain neutral.

And then she lets go of my hand. “Sorry,” she says, “I didn’t…”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault,” I tell her before turning my attention to the table. “Everyone, this is Cammi and we’re getting married.”

“You’re what now?” Eloise asks.

“Getting married,” I repeat.

Cammi is silent next to me. I kind of put her on the spot with this one, but I’ve been dying to tell someone.

“You’re nineteen, Vin. You can’t get married.You’re still a kid,” Eloise says.

Cammi looks like she wants to say something, but she doesn’t. She looks to me instead. “Are you okay?” she mouths.

I give her a nod, then return my attention to my sister-in-law. “El, I wasn’t asking for permission.” I might have forged some adoption papers back when I was still in high school. That doesn’t give her the mother title, though. As much as I love my brother’s wife, accepted her as family, I’m not going to let anyone talk me out of this.

“You sure you want to marry into this family?” Daisy looks to Cammi while waving a hand around the table. “I mean, Vin’s amazing and honestly I think he’s going to make a great husband. But you get all of this too. Just so you know.”

“I don’t think this family is as bad as the rumours lead you to believe,” Cammi says.

“Yeah, and what was I doing the first time you saw me?” Santo chimes in.

“Grieving,” Cammi answers vaguely.

“I was digging up the grave of my dead fiancée,” he clarifies. “And just so we’re clear, we .” Santo points to Gio, Marcel, and Gabe before finally aiming a finger at me. “…are usually digging graves to hide bodies, not to retrieve them.”

“Okay, so do you want me to like order shovels or something?” Cammi asks, causing everyone at the table to burst out laughing.

“Can I keep her?” Zoe asks. “I like her.”

“No, she’s mine. Find your own friends,” I’m quick to reply.

“When and where is this wedding happening?” Gio asks, finally breaking his silence.

Cammi and I look at each other. “We haven’t gotten that far into the planning yet,” I tell him.

“Okay.” He nods, just once, which is his way of giving his approval— blessing even.

“Seriously? Just okay, Gio? They’re nineteen!” Eloise reminds him.

“Babe, calm down. He’s going to do this with or without us. And I’m not missing another one of my brothers’ weddings,” Gio says while glaring at Gabe.

It’s a sore spot that Gabe and Daisy got married without telling anyone. I get why they did it. What I don’t understand is why Gabe kept it a secret for the whole year he was locked up. I guess if he knew Daisy wasn’t actually in Melbourne, a fact we all kept from him, he might have come forth with that info.

“What do your parents think about this?” Eloise asks Cammi.

“They don’t know yet,” she says.

Fuck, I didn’t think about that. Her parents probably hate me already. I would if I were them. If I had a daughter and some prick broke her heart the way I broke Cammi’s, I wouldn’t let him anywhere near her again.

“I understand your concerns. We are young. But we’re also not,” Cammi tells Eloise.

“I know. I… Just, why rush? Why not wait until after you graduate?” Eloise suggests.

“Why wait?” I counter.

“Because… I don’t know. Just because.” Eloise throws her hands in the air, and her eyes water. “Everything is changing. You’re going to move out. Marcel’s gone, Gabe’s gone, and now I’m going to be left with just his cranky ass.” She gestures a thumb at Gio before turning it on Santo. “And his moody ass.”

“Aw, you’re going to miss me. I knew I was the favourite brother.” I laugh. “And you married the cranky one so that is your own fault.”

“I know.” Eloise starts crying. She reaches out to swipe up a napkin. “Damn these stupid hormones.”

“Yeah, we’re never doing that,” Zoe tells Marcel under her breath.

“Oh, we so are. More of you is exactly what this world needs,” he replies with a grin.

As everyone starts chatting and the attention is finally off me and Cammi, I fill her plate with food before loading up my own. Then I lean into her ear. “If you don’t pick up that fork and eat, I won’t either.”

“Is your family always this… much?” she asks me.

“Always. Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I think it’s amazing.” Cammi smiles as she grabs her fork.