Sinners Anonymous (Sinners Anonymous, #1)

by Somme Sketcher

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

Until something dawns on me like a new day. I’m utterly, madly, unacceptably obsessed with Angelo Visconti. My fiance's nephew, near-stranger, and keeper of my darkest secrets. And suddenly, my sin isn’t so funny anymore.

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

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

“You’re worth starting a war for.”

“Not just regular happy. I mean really fucking happy,” he growls into my mouth, palming my ass to pull me on top of him. “Can’t stop

fucking smiling, don’t want to go to sleep because reality is better than your dreams kind of happy. I want to make you so damn happy that you shit sunshine and piss rainbows and people think you’re as high as a kite when you walk into a room.” He nips my lower lip in mild frustration, and his fingers dig deep into the back of my thighs as he slides me up to his groin. “If you want to be mine, I’ll make you that happy, Rory.”

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