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.

“Promise me something, Rory.” I feel her pulse flicker against my thumb. “What?” she whispers. “We’ll find him before your wedding.” She pauses. “Why?” “Because seeing you in your engagement dress is hard enough. But seeing you in your wedding dress?” A growl vibrates deep within me. I tighten my grip. “That’ll be fucking torture.”

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.

“Good girls don’t get spanked.”

“You want to act like an animal, you’ll be gagged like one.”

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

“If you think I’m letting you go back there and be man-handled by that drunken cunt, you must be smoking crack.”

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

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.”

I’ve already fallen.” I pause for dramatic effect. “Fallen in love with you.”