Lessons in Sin

by Pam Godwin

Good Lord, this man decimated every stereotype in my mind.

Every part of him conjured indecent thoughts. And danger.

If this was the headteacher who would be controlling my life for the next year, I was in deeper shit than I’d thought.

her feisty spirit made my blood run hot.

Tinsley Constantine was inconceivably beautiful from every angle, unpredictable at every turn, and had a mouth on her that wouldn’t quit.

Her beauty was so otherworldly, so unrivaled and angelic, I wanted to protect her, not hurt her.

This tiny elven minx was going to be the death of me.

If people had hearts like Tinsley Constantine, my faith in humanity would be renewed.

I wanted his lessons in sin.

I reached the final destination and fell into the mercurial eyes of the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.

This deep, genuine sense of happiness was new to me. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so content. It had everything to do with her.

“I feel everything with you.”

We could’ve been the last humans in the world, for all I felt was her.

She was unlike anyone I’d ever known.

My thoughts, my breaths, every beat of my damn heart belonged to someone else.

“You’re an old soul.”

“I am viciously, reprehensibly possessive of you.”

She was made for me.

“You mean more to me than all the money and sex in the world.”

Priests broke their vows every day. They only lost their jobs if they got caught.

I taught her my lessons in sin.

all I wanted was to be with a woman I couldn’t have.

“I’m going to hell.”

“Not without me.”

The man knew how to fuck.

“You’re mine, Tinsley. No one’s going to touch you again. No one but me.” His thrusts deepened, growing harder, punctuating each word with ferocity. “You belong to me. No one else. Mine, Tinsley. Fucking mine. Do you understand?”

no matter who I was forced to wed, I belonged to Magnus Falke from this day forward.

She was the shooting star in my life, appearing as a streak of light in the night, compelling me to make wishes and never take my eyes off her.

“You’re my first.” I ran my fingers through her hair, content to my marrow. “And my last.”

I taught her what it meant to be worshiped by a fallen priest.

She was my addiction, my obsession,

She was my only thought. My only need.

would cherish her and protect her at all costs.

“Yeah. I love her with everything that I am.”

withstand. You’re my greatest, most painful punishment, Tinsley Constantine.”