Page 19 of Sinner's Perdition

“Yes, of course.”

Cato interrupts our talk, appearing out of nowhere with Cameron by his side. “It’s time I bring you home.”

“Don’t you see we’re in the middle of something?”

I mutter, “Asshole” under my breath, and Cameron doubles over with laughter while Cato shoots him a glare.

“Go, you’re going to be in trouble, anyway. Call me, okay?”

“I will be fine,” I say, yet still my voice cracks. Hugging her one more time, I wave goodbye. I halt when I pass Kieran. “You’re a monster.”

Cato places his hand on my back. My skin warms, and tingles erupt at his touch, urging me to move, while Kieran’s face darkens.

Cato opens the door to a sleek, black Ferrari for me. When I am seated, he shuts it and slides into the driver’s seat. I wrap my arms around my middle. He cocks his head and studies me with unbridled intensity. My chest flutters.

“Stop looking at me.”

“I’ll do more than simply look.” His hands wrap around the wheel and I squirm in the seat, clenching my thighs at the thought of his fingers wrapped around my neck. Where did that thought come from?

I swallow, it’s incredible how I am not one bit intimidated by him. But his deep voice and words have a direct link to something inside me I can’t decipher, and it terrifies me.

“Dream on.”

“That mouth of yours will get you in so much trouble. I can’t wait.”

“You’re crazy.”

I keep my eyes fixed on his, not wanting to quit the staring contest, but I am tired and anxious about my arrival back home.

Chapter 4

Her shoulders slump, and Chiara tilts her face away. That delicate face, those emerald eyes—I would spend my days and nights gazing at her, both contemplating and drowning in her beauty. I open my mouth to demand she gives me what I want, but soon, she will be under my roof. The thought alone eases the overwhelming need.

I press the start button and shake my head, muffling a smile. This woman is wild, untamed. She succeeded in making my best friend wary of her. Her fierceness draws me in. She’s a challenge that makes me feel so damn alive.

“I don’t expect you to like my friends, but I do expect you to stop making waves.”

There it is again; the fire I crave like an addiction. Chiara puts a finger in my face. I bite, nipping at the tip. She gasps, and my teeth graze her soft skin. She snatches it away, and I grin at the way that her breath hitches. What did she expect? My mouth will personally meet and greet every inch of her body. I can’t fucking wait.

I wink at her. “I am looking forward to our wedding night.”

As if she’s shaking herself from a trance, she leans into my side. “I will never marry you or sleep with you. I am out of this the first chance I get.”

My insides roar at the thought. “You can run, but wherever you go, I will find you,cara. Good luck with that.”

“You’re a monster.”

“Then stop taunting me.”

“I will kill you and not regret it.”

I would kill for her, but I would never allow her soul to be forever soiled, and killing slices you, demands pieces of your heart, turning them black and rotten.

“Have you killed before?”

The way she eyes me, you would think she’s a master assassin, but it’s the innocence I catch in them—the innocence of someone so pristine that has me wondering if this is why I am drawn to her.

“You will be my first and last.”

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