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October 4 - October 5, 2025
“Stealing is a sin, Aurora.”
Raphael sniggers. Tor lets out a low whistle. The word vicious flashes behind my eyelids. And I black out.
And for the first time since we met, I see her smile. I think I like it when she smiles.
I should have told him that it won’t come to that. He won’t have to choose because we drew a line in the sand. But that’s the thing about lines in the sand. Eventually, they wash away, and you can’t remember where you drew them.
Something catches the corner of my eye. It’s pink and lacy, slung over the center stick. It takes me a few seconds to realize what it is. Underneath, there’s a note scribbled on the flight log in loopy, girly handwriting. To add to your collection. Shaking my head in disbelief, I fist Aurora’s panties and bring them up to my lips. They are still warm and wet. I inhale deeply, filling my soul with the scent of a girl that will never be mine.
The way she’s staring up at me so worried is fucking adorable. She lets go of my jacket and brushes her fingers over my clenched fist. Her hand is warm and delicate, and immediately, I open my hand and slide hers inside. Fuck the “no touching” rule. That went out the window the moment I saw her busted lip. “All right, David Attenborough,” I grumble, biting back a smirk. “Lead the way, then.”
“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.”
Water droplets roll down his muscular chest. He palms them away from his torso with a large paw. “Our hotline is for sins committed, not sins you’re thinking about committing.” His voice is dry, indifferent, but his words immediately make my cheeks flame. “I-I don’t understand?” “You do.” He takes a step forward, and instinctively, I take one back. My eyes dart over his shoulder for any sign of Tor, but he’s nowhere to be seen. I suck in a shaky breath. “You’ve been listening to my…?” He taps the AirPod in his ear. “I listen to every single sin that comes through.”
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It should have been him.
“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.”
“I swear to God, Rory. You better know how to fly, because if you fall, I’m coming with you.”
I nod, slowly taking it all in. “But you hate Devil’s Dip.” His eyes harden on the windshield. “But I don’t hate you.”
He was raised to be a made man, but he was destined to be a king.
“Kiss me.” Instinctively, his eyes drop to my lips. “What?” “I’ve always wondered what it’d feel like to kiss you, ever since you turned up to that first Friday night dinner. So kiss me before you go, because if anything happens to you, then at least I’ll know.” I swallow. Shift in my seat. “I’ll know what it feels like to kiss Angelo Visconti.”
“The Angels of Devil’s Dip, back together again. Fuck man, this is all I’ve ever wanted.”
“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.”
“Ask me for a sin, Rory,” he growls in my ear, nipping at my lobe. “Tell me a sin,” I groan, tilting my hips in desperation, but he pushes me back down into the bed.
