A Sinner's Promise (De Bellis Crime Family, #1)

by Kylie Kent

To this day, I haven’t shed a single fucking tear over a woman and never fucking will. It’s the one lesson the old bastard drilled into me that I can’t let go of.

Then he leans in, his lips grazing my ear. “Your nipples are pebbled through your blouse, and your thighs are wobbling. I bet if I got down on my knees and lifted that tight little skirt of yours, I’d find your panties coated in your juices, wouldn’t I, Ellie?”

“Tell me… what has you this excited?” he asks again. “You,” I whisper. “Good girl,” he says and then slams his lips onto mine.

My tongue pierces through her lips when she gasps. She tastes like strawberries and something I can’t put my finger on. Whatever it is, it’s fucking delicious, and I want more of her.

“You coming on my fingers is the best thing I’ve seen in forever. Trust me, Ellie, it should have and will be happening again.” She shakes her head. She doesn’t know that I don’t take no for an answer. If I want something, I’m going to have it, and the thing I want more than my next breath right now is her.

“Now that, that’s out of the way. This whole being professional bullshit? Yeah, I don’t agree with it. I want you.”

“I’m going to take your silence as permission to touch you, to lick you, to fuck you until my name is embedded in the walls of this house.”

“Open your eyes. Look at me. I want you to see who’s claiming you. Who’s taking ownership of this hot little cunt of yours,”

I thought fucking her the other day would get her out of my system. One and done. It’s always worked for me before. But she’s different. Why? I have no fucking idea. I just know that I want her again. No, that’s not right. I fucking need her again.

“They’re staring because your beauty is worth appreciating.” He smiles, and I shake my head. “Smooth. But I doubt that’s why they’re staring.” “You should really have more faith in your appeal. They were all staring at you before I even walked up. You have no idea how much I want to gouge the eyes out of every fucking guy in here.”

Gio appears to consider the question. “I met someone I can’t stop thinking about, and I’m torn between dragging her kicking and screaming into my world… and letting her go.”

shouldn’t be telling you this.” “Why not?” “Because you’re a client and I’m selling you a house.” “We’re friends first.” “We’re not…” Gio holds up a hand. “I swear to God, Ellie, finish that thought and I’m going to come over there and show you along with everyone else in this bar just how fucking friendly we are,” he grunts.

What about girlfriends?” “What about them?” “Do you have one?” “That depends.” I chuckle. “On what?” she asks, and I feel her head shift towards me. I don’t turn around. “On you. Wanna be my girlfriend, Ellie?”

“I like you, and when I think about you being with anyone else, I want to rip heads off. I don’t want to share you, which means you and I are exclusive.” It’s simple as that.

“Because I’m fucking petrified of losing you, Ellie. I’m scared and I’ve never been scared of anything in my fucking life. But you… you scare the shit out of me.”