Sinners Anonymous (Sinners Anonymous, #1)

by Somme Sketcher

“The only way I’ll touch you is when I put my hands around your throat and choke you in your sleep.” He recoils, shocked. Stares at me for a few stunned seconds. “Are you drunk?” “No, I’m just sick of you. All of you.” “All of us?” “Men.

“Out of all my sins, you’re my favorite.”

“I’ll get on my knees and beg you until you get so sick of me you agree to be mine anyway.”