Sin and Redemption

by Cora Reilly

A look passed between Maximus and I. We still didn’t share a bed, but maybe it was time to change that.

“I’m not pregnant. I got my period today.”

“Maybe next time,” I said.

Part of me wasn’t sad. I definitely wanted to have sex with Sara again and this gave me the opportunity, no matter how sad of a reality it was that my w...

“Maybe two times wasn’t enough. The fertile window can be up to four days long. Next time we sh...

“No, I think it’s nice to get to know this part of you.”

“It fits you. I didn’t expect you to listen to Heavy Metal or Grunge.”

We’d once organized a party there, though, and his father had been majorly pissed when he’d found out.

Not that Luca ever gave a fuck what the HOA said,

I knew Amo could hardly think about anything but Greta and had trouble keeping his hands off her.

That’s why I wasn’t surprised when I spotted Amo and Greta coming out of the small boat house at the pier a few minutes later.

Amo was still closing his belt, and Greta was smoothi...

“Oh,” Sara said when she realized what was up. Her face turned red, and she g...

“We won’t stop them from getting it o...

I wanted my wife by my side at night. End of story.

“I want to share a bed. I’m your husband and I’m done living like roommates. I don’t expect you to have sex with me but I want us to share a bed.”

“Sara, you’re my wife. And I want to act like your husband, not just be him on paper. And the reason I just don’t decide these things is our past. Of course I could just tell you to share a bed with me, but I need to know you’re okay with it.”

Greta came up the staircase. She’d straightened her short dark hair. Part of it had burned off when she’d been attacked a few months ago.

The mafia world was cruel, especially to women. She looked good with shorter hair, though. Her pretty doll face always looked good.

She would never be able to carry a baby, and the idea almost brought tears to my eyes, but I didn’t want to ruin our evening by becoming overly emotional, especially since Greta wasn’t prone to emotional outbursts.

“We’re friends, it’s okay.”

he handed one to Greta before he sank down in his chair and covered his legs with the last blanket.

“Hey, what about me?” Amo asked with raised eyebrows.

“Greta has a blanket, and you have Greta,” Maximu...

Amo leaned back with a challenging look. “You could use your wife as a ...

They had both failed to protect someone in their eyes.

Now, there was an outline of an oak tree, our oak tree, and a snake wrapped around the roots of the tree, its head rising all the way up to the crown.