Page 82 of Sinner's Fury

I was already the father of three girls under the age of five. That was my limit of policing childhood tantrums. If Montana and Reaper wanted to kill each other, I was going to let them.

I had no more fucks to give.

After what happened today, I was done. All I wanted was to get myself and Carly out of this city and back to our kids.

The kids needed us.

The clubs didn’t.

God, just seeing the devastation on her face while she sat next to her friend’s dead body was enough to tell me all I needed to know. Carly wasn’t built for this life. Hell, neither was I, but it was the life I chose. And while there was no way out for me, I could save Carly.

“Shit,” I muttered, before downing the rest of my whiskey.

Getting up, I walked over to the small bar my mother set up for guests and poured myself another drink.

“Pour me one too?”

Looking over my shoulder, I saw her standing near the stairs, dressed only in one of my old concert T-shirts. The damn thing engulfed her, falling down to her knees. Her wet hair was wrapped and piled high on her head in some messy knot that women wore. Her face was devoid of make-up, not that she wore that shit, anyway. Looking at her, I could clearly see her innocence, yet there was something else below the surface. Something sultry, seductive, and alluring that called to me.

Turning back around, I grabbed another glass and poured her a drink.

“Thank you for the shirt,” I heard her sweetly whisper. Her soft voice rushed over me like a warm velvety blanket. Fromthe moment I laid eyes on her, I fucking knew she would be a complication I didn’t need, and after that night in the hotel room when I kissed her, I knew I was right. All I wanted to do that night was sink my dick into her and get lost within her.

I had been with many women in my life, but fuck me sideways and twice on Sunday. Kissing Charlotte was like diving into the deep end of the ocean. Exhilarating, a little scary, but totally euphoric. If it weren’t for my daughter interrupting us, I would have had her on every surface, never getting my fill.

Since that night, I purposefully kept my distance, mentally and physically, because I knew the second I gave into temptation, I would never give her up.

Handing her the glass, I ignored the heated touch of her fingers on my hand and walked back over to the chair in the corner, putting distance between us. Sitting, I intently watched as she leisurely walked over to the couch, her hips gently swaying like churning, heated chocolate. And when she carefully sat, I remained rooted in my spot when my threadbare shirt lifted higher on her thigh, exposing her creamy white hip.

I swallowed half my drink.

“Is something wrong?” she asked innocently, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Nope,” I gulped, throwing back the other half before getting up. Quickly grabbing the bottle this time, I took my seat again and poured myself another drink, placing the decanter on the small table next to me, when I noticed a slight smirk on her face.

Shifting on the couch, she leaned on the armrest, bringing her legs up until they were bent as she carefully rolled to her side. My shirt now barely covering her hip, exposed her long legs.

Holding her glass with one hand, I watched when she dipped a finger into the whiskey, slowly bringing it to her lips, beforesucking her finger into her mouth, causing my cock to stiffen painfully in my jeans.

Like I said earlier, I had been with many women. I was sixteen when I had my first foray into sexual gratification. I’d seen all the tricks, even invented some myself, but watching her, I was pretty damn positive I was the novice here.

“Carly?”

“Hmm.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“I told you once that I didn’t have the normal upbringing like most kids. Mother insisted on tutors. Those tutors taught me all kinds of things, in many subjects. Some I excelled at, while others I struggled to comprehend.”

I had absolutely no idea where she was going with this, but I was enraptured with her all the same. Her voice, low and seductive, held me enthralled, desperately needing her to finish whatever she wanted to say.

“Would you like to know a subject I excelled at?”

Gulping, I slowly nodded.

“You must understand that Mother wasn’t raising a daughter. She was raising her replacement. There was no love growing up. Only lessons. The better I got, the happier Mother was. I didn’t understand at first. I was young when I started learning this particular lesson. It made little sense to me at first, but as I got older and started watching other people, I began to understand. When I met Luciano was when all the lessons clicked. And when I returned home and Mother learned what happened, she demanded I continue until I was perfect in every way.”

As if in a trance, I dared not move while she continued.

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