No Small Sin (Fate Trace, #1)

by Genna Black

perhaps cart staff at a golf course owned by your parents was one of the few jobs available to a person when your multiple sex offenses show up in criminal background checks.

There was a smattering of freckles along the bridge of her nose and I had to stop myself from reaching out and playing a quick game of connect the dots.

I was twelve years old the day I killed my brother.

“Get fucked. You did not. What the fuck have you done? This is bad. So fucking bad.”

That was all I could manage at this point, floored that she was fully unaffected.

The internet was full of all kinds of fun resources if you knew where to look.

There was a baser need being met here. Any real true crime junkie could tell you that much. But that was fine. I didn’t want to fix him. I just wanted to be his outlet, and I think I’d already proven that I was up for the task.

I gasped, eyes wide. “It’s okay,” she snickered. “They like being caught.”

“I am not so sure you’d ever…” He started. “You said yourself we’re like a family here, no?” “What I meant was…” “Did that not include Beck?” “Fine.” His fingers danced across the screen for a few moments longer before he handed my phone back to me.

“She’s fucking hot. Have you seen her?” “You’re straight? You’ve slept with every single man on the payroll here.” “First of all, I’m bi. Second of all, no I haven’t. I haven’t slept with you. Or Ijah.” “That’s two people.” She rolled her eyes.

She stumbled and quickly righted herself before drawling, “Kinky.”

I try not to meddle.” She shrugged. “You try not to meddle?” I asked incredulously.

Apparently, Beck was a fan of read receipts.

Sam chuckled. “Haven’t seen that kind of reaction from you since you were sixteen and still setting shit on fire in the back parking lot anytime Ijah took away your stabby privileges.”

“Stabby privileges?” Ijah questioned, amused. “Yeah, you know. When he got a little too trigger-happy, so to speak.”

“She’s like… the way it feels when you visit the ocean for the first time. Or…” I hesitated, considering. “Like the moment you see the light behind a person’s eyes go out, and you know it was at your hand,” The corner of my mouth lifted of its own accord.

Migraines were the fucking worst, especially when they hit out of nowhere.

A predator. Calculating even the most ordinary undertakings. I should have been scared of him. Scared of what I knew he was capable of. I wasn’t. I ached for him.

Being this close to him felt like a homecoming.

I wanted to feel his hands on me for all of eternity.

he tentatively pressed three slow, sweet kisses along my jawline before gazing into my fucking soul and roughly kissing me once on the lips.

“Fuck, let me touch you. Please.” I begged, pulling at my restraints.

The thoughts of him ejac… Oh my god. 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.

“The next time I have you in my bed I fully intend on having your hands on me. I want you to show me everything you like.” Excuse me while I melt into the floor.

A totally nonsexual gesture, but my pussy didn’t get the memo.

“Yeah. Come the fuck on, Beck. Like you’re actually going to find her stuck in a dryer somewhere.” I glared at him out of the corner of my eye, unsure how to respond because I truly had no idea what the fuck he meant by that.

Even if I could learn to make her scream, could I meet her emotional needs in the long run? Was that something she’d need from me? I wanted to try.

“Okay, first things first. Please for the love of all things holy, wrap that shit up. We do not need any little murder babies running around the restaurant.”

“Murder babies?”

girls come first, and at least twice.”

“Doesn’t really matter. Hands or mouth, just start slow and don’t attack her clit like you’re trying to start a fire or something with the amount of friction you’re putting on her. None of that psychotic swipey movement shit you see in porn. That is fake and does not work in real life. I think most guys get off from hard and fast strokes, but girls are different. I’ve found a lot of times they like to be teased, slowly. Increase the intensity in small increments and pay attention to what she responds to, then keep doing that until she explodes.”

“Because you’ll blow your load upon entrance the first time if you don’t.” Fuck. I hadn’t even thought of that.

She was mine. Mine to kiss. Mine to taste. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck, in every way imaginable. And I was about to show her just that.

“Get out of your own head and fuck me, Beck,”

mio. Just you. And I want to get it right for you. I want to fuck you in every way possible. Your mouth. Your pussy. Your tits. Your ass.”

This was the side of him I wanted. The feral side, filled with need.

I was fully Beck’s. Endgame.

Nicer? She must not know what my other little name for her means. I liked the thought of that.

“So, what are your plans for today, patata dolce?” Sweet potato. She’d butchered the pronunciation and I was full-on laughing now.

“I have a lifetime of unspent affection, cuore mio. Excuse me if I want to spend it on you now — and for the rest of my days.”

What in the cinnamon toast fuck had I just witnessed?

"My greedy little slut doesn't like the thought of being denied, does she?"

His eyes were glued to the pages of a book, so lost in it that he hadn't noticed I’d woken up. My book. My smutty WHY CHOOSE novella.

My eyes scanned eagerly over his face as he met my gaze. His mouth curved into a knowing smile. “Of course, you’re interested in that.” Truthfully, I wasn’t. But his possessiveness really did it for me.

I don’t play well with others and I’m not willing to share so, tough shit.”

I went into great detail about how third act breakups were the bane of my existence, and how miscommunication in books should be illegal.

“You okay?” She twisted a stray strand of hair nervously around her fingers. “Yeah. Perfect. Ready?” My chatty girl had become a woman of few words. “Hey. What’s wrong?” “Fuck. Of course, you can tell.”

I loved TK, but she seriously spoke without thinking way too often for her own good. I froze at that thought. Loved her?

Be still my fucking cold black heart. I loved her.

I loved her. And I would end us both before I let this affect her life in any real way.