Sinners Anonymous (Sinners Anonymous, #1)

by Somme Sketcher

“Watch me.” As if I ever do anything else these days. He slips it between his lips and takes a slow, sensual drag. This time, he has the courtesy to blow the smoke out above my head. I feel mildly disappointed. “Here.” He hands it to me. “Not so much this time, magpie.” I like the way he watches my mouth as I slowly inhale. A few seconds later, smoke smoothly escapes my lips, coasting over the planes of his face. “Better,” he purrs. I smile, passing it back to him. He glances down at the red ring of lipstick around the filter and pauses. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, and I swear, I see his pulse in his jaw. “Oh—” But before I can finish my sentence, he slides the cigarette between his lips and inhales.

“Am I more handsome than your husband?” “It’s not hard.” “So, who would you rather kiss?”

not the big bad mafia man fishing for compliments

“Tell me a sin, Aurora.”

By the time I slide into the sports car on the front drive, I’ve managed to convince myself I imagined the entire exchange.

queen of delusion imma start using this technique

“Aurora.” I come to a reluctant stop and tilt my head to the sky. “I don’t care what Alberto says. Wear your hair curly.”

“You’re moving back. You just don’t know it yet.” “No. I just thought it’d be nice to have a base that isn’t under Dante’s roof—” “No. You won’t leave her here, not with him.”

“When you realize you’re moving back, let me know.” His jaw ticks. “Because when you steal Uncle Alberto’s girl, I promise you, you’re going to need a fucking army.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Huffing quietly, I shake my head. “You wore your hair curly again.” Even in the moonlight, I can see her skin flush. “Yeah, Alberto wasn’t too happy about that.” “Good.”

I feel Rafe’s gaze scorch my cheek. When I force myself to look up at him, he pins me with a dazzling smile, one that doesn’t match the dark storm in his eyes. “You’re proving to be trouble, girl.”

“I can’t believe Angelo Visconti is in love with you.” My ears grow hot at the mere sound of the word. “He’s not.” “Shut up, Rory. He left his entire life in England and came back to Devil’s Dip for you. He’s so in love with you that it makes me sick.” “She’s right, I am.”