No Small Sin (Fate Trace, #1)

by Genna Black

What happened here was no small sin.

The only problem I would be remedying would be Andrea or anyone else thinking that I would ever share anything that belonged to me.

Teamwork makes the dream work and all that.

E-jack-you-late. That’s why it was called jacking off. How had I gone twenty-one years of my life without making this connection? Jacking off. Heh.

Only her. Cuore mio. My heart. Because I sure as fuck didn’t have one of my own before now. She was it somehow.

The only thing removing her ability to breathe would be my cock down her throat.

"There are no other girls, cuore mio. Just you. And I want to get it right for you.

I licked it, so it’s mine.

I’ve already named him François. I’m keeping him as a souvenir.” This woman was unbelievable. She named it? “A souvenir?” “Yeah. From my first kill. Duh.” “At what point were you going to tell me you knew your way around a firearm?” I asked. She just shrugged. “What? Like it’s hard?” I leaned away from her, looking at her incredulously. “I love you.”