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She bites her lips and nods, and I want to facepalm myself. It's bad enough I basically assault an innocent girl I just met, but then I find out she's the preacher's daughter?
Maybe I am the monster they all accuse me of being.
"Did you really kill that man?" her eyes are wide as saucers, her voice barely more than a whisper as she asks the question everyone's dying to know the answer to.
I sigh heavily and try to find the words. "No," I tell her. "I didn't kill him."
Her pretty little brow furrows. "Then why don't you just tell them that?"
"I did."
"And they don't believe you?"
Christ, this girl is so innocent.
"It's not that simple, sweetheart."
The fact of the matter is I know who killed that piece of shit Martin Finley.
It was my sister.
My hands ball into fists when I recall why she hit the fucker on the back of the head with a frying pan so hard she fractured his skull.
The simple fact of the matter is if she hadn't killed him, I would have anyway when I got my hands on him, so I might as well have killed him.
No one hurts my sister.
And there's no way I'm going to throw her under the bus that way. My stomach churns at the thought of exposing her like that and taking away any chance she has of a good life. Even if it means sacrificing my own freedom in the process, family is more important than anything else—and I won't betray my sister by turning her in.
Heaven stares at me for a few moments, then nods slowly as if she understands why I must keep silent.
"Do you believe me?" I ask. For some reason, it's important to me to know if Heaven believes me.
"Yes." Heaven tells me she believes me, blinking up at me with those guileless, innocent, brown eyes, and my throat constricts with sudden emotion.
"I went to the church looking for a miracle, and I found an angel," I marvel as I close the distance between us, drawn to her like a magnet.
Her breath catches and I feel her pulse quicken as I lean in and kiss her softly on the lips, feeling a spark of electricity. Our lips move together in perfect harmony as if we were meant to be together all along.
Fuck, what’s wrong with me? Why can’t I keep my hands off this girl? From the moment I first saw her, it’s been like there’s this unyielding force drawing me to her.
She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine, and I can feel the heat radiating from her skin.
Jesus Christ Almighty. I can’t believe this sweet little thing is pressing into me like this, kissing me back,wantingme too.
We deepen the kiss, each stroke more heated and passionate than the last. A wave of desire washes over me so strong it almost knocks me off my feet.
I pull away slightly and look into Heaven's eyes, which are glazed with lust and heavy with emotion. Her cheeks are flushed a deep rose color that matches perfectly with her luscious red lips.
My heart is hammering in my chest as I realize that this beautiful girl has just given me something no one else ever has—her trust—and it feels like a gift from Heaven itself.
I want to fall to my knees and worship at her feet. Fuck, this girl will be my new religion.
I cup her face in my hands and kiss her again, my tongue mating with hers.
The unpracticed way she whimpers into my mouth and tentatively kisses me back sends precum frothing up out of my tip.
I trail kisses down the delicate column of her neck, feeling her body tremble in anticipation. Her skin is soft and smooth beneath my lips, like velvet. I can feel her heart pounding against my own chest as I make my way down to her collarbone.
