Sinners Condemned (Sinners Anonymous, #2)

by Somme Sketcher

“That costs even more.” There’s that animalistic groan again; my pussy clenches around it, and fuck, how I wish it was tangible. My fingers dig into the headrest, and raspy breaths tickle the planes of my chest. I shoot a half-lidded glare at the roof and feel a sudden weight in my lap. I rake my teeth over my bottom lip to suppress a smile, familiar with the weight of his money now. “Not gonna cut it.” Another thud, this one harder, lands on my stomach. I shake my head. “Not even close—” My sass morphs into a gasp as Raphael’s thick fingers find purchase in the base of my hair and yank my head back. I open my mouth to protest, then something cold and smooth slides into it. At first, I think it’s another playing card, but when I pull it out, I realize it’s a Black Amex. My eyes clash with Raphael’s. “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.”

OH NY GODDD