Page 50 of Made to Sin

Marco was dead.

Marco was dead.

Emily’s concerned shouts rang through the cloudiness of my mind, and I held onto it like a life raft. “Oh my goodness! Katarina, are you okay? What’s wrong?”

Through choked sobs, I repeated what Maria told me.

Emily hugged me and told me she was sorry. I wanted to tell her there was nothing to be sorry about. The bastard deserved every bit of it and more.

God finally heard my prayer, and the monster was dead.

My body shook uncontrollably as I became hysterical. From the outside, I matched the role of a mourning wife.

Little did everyone know if I had the choice, I would have shot him myself.

IFKARMAWASAPERSON, Katarina would be it.

The woman messed more with my head the past few days than anyone else came close to doing in my twenty-nine years of living. It was a difficult feat, considering my own father threw me into solitary confinement to “toughen” me up.

I thought I was going to lose my mind in the tiny cell.

She was worse.

A lesser man would have fucked her against the wall as she walked into the club with that glittery piece of cloth she believed was decent. Instead, I ground my teeth and watched her walk off.

As if that hadn’t already made me want to kill every man in the vicinity, she decided to dance with some blonde kid who probably didn’t even know how to use his dick right.

I told myself I was going to move her to a safe spot before some dumbass took advantage of her. But when I grabbed her hips and she started dancing without a care in the world, my control snapped.

She never would have danced with me if she were sober, but how she fit into my arms felt too right. My body refused to walk away without trying it one time. I hadn’t danced since I was a horny teenager, but there I was. One minute became one hour.Shamefully, if she hadn’t passed out on my shoulders, I would have kept going as long as she let me.

I became the dumbass that took advantage of her.

After that slip-up, I vowed to avoid her. A man like me couldn’t afford to lose control, couldn’t afford a mistake. If I kept entertaining her, my family would pay the price.

The consequences weighed on my conscious, but I was a selfish fucker. I could have lied and stayed inside doing work like I should have, but when Ricardo sent the text to tell me Katarina was at the club the next day, I dropped my pen and ran out like a schoolboy.

I said it once and I’d say it again, this woman was the most spontaneous person I had ever come across. There was no predicting what she was going to do next and definitely no guessing that it would have been to kiss me.

I had survived various torture methods without flinching, yet I lost my mind when her lips slammed on mine. Out of all the things I’d accomplished, all the women I’d been with, none of them compared to kissing her.

Her lips were as soft as they were pouty, and she tasted so good, I didn’t want to stop. When she made those little noises, I nearly begged her to let me have her right then and there. I hadn’t thought of begging anyone since I was thirteen and on the streets.

It was a miracle I still had some common sense to walk away, especially when she was bent over the bar with her ass in the air. After she left, I took one of the coldest showers of my life— a close second to the other incident in her room. It wasn’t nearly as satisfying to let my hand finish the job, but it was better than impulsively going through with fucking her.

Truthfully, I just didn’t want Katarina to hate me any more than she already did. No matter how strong she tried to be in front of others, I saw the exhaustion behind her eyes. Living with Marco suffocated her.

If I had touched her any more than I should have, I would beexactly like her coward of a husband. No, I would have been worse, greedily trapping her to me and never letting her go.

Despite knowing it would be the best sex of my life, I wouldn’t break her anymore. The hurt in her eyes when I pulled away already sent a strange, painful squeeze in my chest.

I couldn’t love her, and another loveless relationship was the last thing she needed.

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A stern knock at my office door brought my attention back to the work I was supposed to be doing.

“Come in,” I begrudgingly stated, annoyed at myself for slacking off yet again at the thought of Katarina.

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