No Small Sin (Fate Trace, #1)

by Genna Black

exposed strip of her abdomen had me ready to crawl on my knees.

She turned to look at me, and her eyes went feral.

Her eyes darkened and I knew I’d flipped the right switch. Good.

I wanted him to devour me.

“Mmmm, being my sweet girl tonight, cuore mio? Always so good for me when you’re feeling like a needy little whore.”

I would suffocate for this man.

I loved him even if it didn’t make sense, even if it was batshit fucking crazy.

I wanted to die in his arms like this, with his hand around my fucking throat, our bodies twisted together

My body was spent. “One more, baby. Be a good girl and come with me.”

“I’d like to spend the rest of this date showing you just how much I fucking love you too.”

She was borderline incoherent, and getting her to that point made me fucking high.

I wanted all the pieces of her fucked-up soul threaded into my very existence. I wanted what was left of mine threaded into hers.

Great, I was having palpitations now. Falling in love was fucking disconcerting.

She deserved to be free, and if there was one thing I’d been reminded of today it was that there was freedom in death.

A mark of ownership, because she was fucking mine. In this life — and whether she knew it or not — the next. I wanted eternity. And I would take it for both of us.

I found the baseball bat outside the door. 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.”