Sinners Condemned (Sinners Anonymous, #2)

by Somme Sketcher

“I’d rather shut my dick in a car door than do this again some time, Penelope.”

“Is that a piece of fucking pineapple?” he exclaims, looking down at the yellow lump in disgust. “On fuckin’ pizza?”

“Why do you care if I cry?” He tracks his thumb as it trails further down, across my bottom lip and along my chin. He grips me there for a moment, regret coating his features. “Because last night, I saw you laugh.”