Sinners Consumed (Sinners Anonymous, #3)

by Somme Sketcher

“Do me a favor, Penelope,” he growls against my racing pulse. “Unless you’re moaning my name or sucking my dick, keep your fucking mouth shut.” Another tug on my bun, another crackle in my clit. “I’m so sick of the shit that comes out of it.”

“You’re a grown woman, Penelope, and I’m a reasonable man.” Yeah, tell that to Blake’s lifeless body. “So, drop the hypotheticals and tell me what you want.” Under the heat of his stare, I try not to shrivel. Instead, I steel my jaw and match his indifference. “I don’t want to stay on this boat and be your fuck toy, Raphael.” He nods once, jaw taut. “Okay, now tell me that again, but closer this time.” I frown. “Huh?” Without breaking eye contact, he unbuckles his belt. The thawp of leather passing through loops makes me stiffer than the loudest crack of a hammer ever could. “Come over here and tell me you don’t want to fuck me,” he says quietly.

I killed off all her big problems, and now all she has left are soft and innocent worries.

Suddenly, I realize something: I don’t know what I want from him. He doesn’t know what to give me. We’re just two idiots who don’t know how love works.

and too neurotic about this girl for her to be giggling at unknown texters.