Sinners Anonymous (Sinners Anonymous, #1)

by Somme Sketcher

Seek hope where the air is salty and the cliffs are steep.

“Skyler,” Amelia corrects him with an eye roll. “Her name is Skyler.” “Whatever. I haven’t seen her in a while. She’s probably got her hands on the family china.”

“The only way I’ll touch you is when I put my hands around your throat and choke you in your sleep.”

“That’s not the attitude of a man who pays his taxes.”

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

“We can’t leave the Coast, Angelo.” A venomous hiss escapes his lips as he slides his hand around the nape of my neck and grips me there. “All right, so you like nature. Christ, Rory. There’s nature everywhere. I’ll buy you land. I’ll buy you a whole fucking island, if you want.”

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

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

“But you hate Devil’s Dip.” His eyes harden on the windshield. “But I don’t hate you.”

We stare at each other through the windshield and I make a silent oath to myself: Nothing and nobody will ever fucking hurt her again. Not Alberto, not Dante. Not me.

“What I want, is for you to be happy.” I’m about to let out a snarky retort, but he cuts me off by fisting my hair and clamping his lips against mine. “Not just regular happy. I mean really fucking happy,”

“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.”

“Sometimes I think I conjured you from a wet dream.”