No Small Sin (Fate Trace, #1)

by Genna Black

“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,”

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.

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.

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.