Page 94 of Sinner's Perdition


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“She’s my sister,” Cam reminds us.

I jerk my chin in his direction. “You should have thought about that before you gave her to him.”

“As if you would have been a better choice.” Cameron snorts, while the air thickens with Kieran’s rage.

“I will kill you both if you ever say that again. Aurora is mine. She has only ever been mine.”

Cameron and I raise our hands in surrender, exchanging an amused smirk, before Kieran storms away.

“At least we shit on his parade. His happiness grates on my gag reflex.”

“He’s your best friend.”

“Yes, and it was funnier when we were all miserable.”

I raise my glass and drink to that. “If it’s any consolation, I live in hell most of the time.”

“Chiara has really gotten to you, hasn’t she?”

I slump in my chair. “Nothing in my life is as hard as winning her over.”

“She’s fiery and stubborn as fuck. I always wondered how my baby sis became best friends with that girl. Once, when I visited her, she had a torch and ran through the gardens, warrior-like.”

I chuckle. Yes, that sounds like my wife.

“She hasn’t changed much.”

“Maybe some women don’t want to settle down.”

“And where does that leave me?”

“To find another one.”

I don’t want that, and it has nothing to do with the family alliance. Fuck the contract, the union. I could make her sign something to calm her father down, especially since my brother has the hots for her sister.

“You had the hardest of the three of us.”

“A legacy of blood and a business as a capitalistic angel.”

He raises his glass.

“Now, let’s greet our guests. I have some senators to get buddy-buddy with.”

“You have this. I am out.”

I am about to go to my quarters when my phone pings with a message. I open it and my jaw drops.

Chiara is in front of the mirror, head tilted, looking straight at the camera. I take in the dip of her back, the peak of her breast, the valley of her ass. I yank at the top button of my shirt and crack my neck.

Send more.

I’m already in bed. Another time.

Another time? Another fucking time?

I rush toward my car. Playing with fire will get you burned and fucked, but I get the impression my wife just loves it a tad too much when I lose control.

I speed toward my vacation home, and when I slam my brakes in front of the house, I lean my head against the headrest. I didn’t bring her to her knees, perhaps just when she sucks me, but fuck, she put me on my knees and I stay there like a dog, eager for a treat.

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