Sinners Anonymous (Sinners Anonymous, #1)

by Somme Sketcher

Side by side. Together for eternity.

“Are you a bad girl, Aurora?”

And for the first time since we met, I see her smile. I think I like it when she smiles.

“Doesn’t he realize I’ve been doing that for years? I hope you told him to fuck off.” “Word for word, brother.”

I’m utterly, madly, unacceptably obsessed with Angelo Visconti. My fiance's nephew, near-stranger, and keeper of my darkest secrets.

“I don’t care what Alberto says. Wear your hair curly.”

“Do. Not. Tempt. Me.”

“Silly girl,” he murmurs, “Did your mother never teach you to say please?”

“Because seeing you in your engagement dress is hard enough. But seeing you in your wedding dress?” A growl vibrates deep within me. I tighten my grip. “That’ll be fucking torture.”

“Okay, tell me a sin, Angelo.” “I killed my father.” My blood turns to ice. I blink. Shake my head. But nothing thaws me from the shock. “I thought he died from a bleed on the brain?” “He did. I shot him in the head and then his brain bled.”

“I think you have me confused with someone who you can fuck around with, Aurora,”

Angelo Visconti isn’t a knight in shining armor, he’s a monster in an Armani suit.

“What does Alberto do to you, Rory?” He speaks slowly, like he doesn’t trust himself to say the words. “Tell me what he does to you.”

“He doesn’t recognize me outside of the forest, Angelo. That’s why it can’t be knocked down, and that’s why we can’t leave. What my father and I have, it doesn’t exist outside of it.”

“Rory?” His thumb pad carves a trail over my jawline. It stops at the corner of my mouth, but I turn my head to catch it between my lips. He lets out a soft moan, watching me, eyes half-lidded with lust, as I slowly lick it. “Yes?” Danger sparking in his eyes, he pushes his thumb further into my mouth, and with wetness pooling between my thighs, I open my mouth wider to take him all in. “Out of all my sins, you’re my favorite.”

“Oops,” he drawls indifferently, without looking at me. “I think I just dropped my car keys.” His shoulder brushes against mine as he passes. I feel his hot breath in my ear. “Hopefully they aren’t found by a runaway bride.”

“My name is Rory Carter and I do bad things.”

“I swear to God, Rory. You better know how to fly, because if you fall, I’m coming with you.”

“Sorry, Magpie. I’m a thug through and through.”

“You’re worth starting a war for.”

“I have killed every man on this coast that has touched you inappropriately. From Max to my own fucking uncle. These kids are next, and if anybody besides me puts so much of a finger on you from now on, they’ll be killed too.”

“I’ll show you what it looks like. Now, be a good girl and moan my name while I worship you.”