Sinners Condemned (Sinners Anonymous, #2)

by Somme Sketcher

You could have all the success in the world, but she’ll bring you to your knees.”

“Or maybe I just want to see you shut your dick in a car door.” “Or maybe you just want to see my dick.”

“I bet you bite when you fuck,” he says pensively, as if talking to himself rather than me. My heart hitches. “And I bet you a hundred bucks you’re hard right now,” I answer.

Just as Raphael strides out of the garage and out of sight, a light thump hits the deck. On shaky legs, I walk over and see what he dropped. Now it’s my turn to laugh, although it has a more nervous undertone than Raphael’s did. Five twenty-dollar bills in a silver money clip.

“Beautiful,” he mutters.

“Pin is four, eight, four, two,” he says quietly. He locks his fingers behind his head and leans back against the headrest. His gaze flashes like a warning sign. “Now, take it off.”

“Strip for another man again, and he’ll die crossing the road.”

“Go to sleep.” “But—” “But nothing, Penelope. Forget about Martin O’Hare; he’s my problem now.”