I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC, #2)

by C.M. Stunich

“In nature, there are neither rewards nor punishments—there are consequences.”

It never truly occurred to me until that moment how completely and utterly alone that I am.

“The club can burn in hell for all that I give a shit. So can you, if you think you’re going to control me like that.”

Guess I was born ruined, but now I’m dressed in sin.

“I missed you so much,” Grainger grates out through gritted teeth as I dig my fingers into his rust-red hair and yank on one of his lip rings with my teeth. “I hate you so much.”

permission from a place of submission is often just coercion at its finest.