Page 33 of Ashes of Saints

“I should take you home.” Parker slowly moves away.

“Okay.”

Quietly, Parker takes my hand, and we walk back the way we came.

I’m so confused.

So fucking confused.

PARKER

SHE MIGHT BE your sister. She might be your sister.

She might be your sister!

Fortunately, I have the fork she ate with in my pocket and will be sending it off to the lab next week.

The question is, am I going to fuck her? Because that wasn’t the plan—I don’t even know what my goddamn plan is right now. All I know is my cock is hard and it wants inside her hot pussy.

We look nothing alike.

The chances of us being related are slim.

I could easily not give a damn. I’ve done enough sick fucking things in my life, but incest is not something I want to add to the list.

Then again, my father came close to taking that choice away from me. I suppose I should be grateful that he preferred to watch me with other people.

I’m not.

CHAPTER NINE

PARKER

I walk into my penthouse and collapse on the sofa, trying to forget the disappointed look on Aurora’s face when I kissed her cheek and watched her walk inside her building.

She has no idea how much she affects me.

I watched her wriggle in her seat, knowing she was wet and aroused. Goddamn, I wanted to reach over and slide my fingers inside her pussy. I could have got her off while driving, enjoying her pleads for release between traffic lights.

Then purred as she cried out her orgasm.

Instead, like a choirboy, I chastely kissed her and said goodbye.

“Sleep well,” I said.

“Thanks for dinner,” Aurora said, giving me a little wave.

She was frustrated, aroused, and annoyed.

Primed for a wild fuck.

She’ll be questioning every single thing she did tonight and wondering why I rejected her. As people do with low self-worth.

I shouldn’t give a fuck.

It’s payback for all the years I spent curled up in a ball wondering why the green-eyed little girl spent her nights playing or sleeping upstairs while I was bent over and fucked by grown-up cocks.

That’s why, Aurora.