Sinners Condemned (Sinners Anonymous, #2)

by Somme Sketcher

“I’m not interested.” I blink. “I’m sorry?” “Apology accepted.”

“Because only a crazy person would have the nerve to pull a con on Raphael Visconti.”

But Penelope made me want to be anything but gentlemanly.

“Why do I feel like I’m about to get sex trafficked?” Raphael lets out a short sigh. “I’m offended. All of my businesses are perfectly legitimate; thank you.”

“Penelope.” My lids flutter shut. So close. “It’s yes, boss.”

“Careful calling me boss when you’re half naked, Penelope,” he drawls. “I might just get the wrong idea.”

“As much as it pains me to admit it, you’re rather hot when you’re gagged.”

“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.

“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.”

Then, without a break in his stoic expression, his hand glides up the back of my thigh and comes to the hem of my skirt. He pulls downward.

“Just because I’m a gentleman, Penelope, doesn’t always mean I’m a gentle man.”

“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.”

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

“Penelope.” Her shoulders stiffen. “I’ll give you a ten-second head start.”