By Virtue I Fall (Sins of the Fathers #3) Read Online Cora Reilly

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sins of the Fathers Series by Cora Reilly
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
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“Why don’t you give Maurice a call and ask him to take the place of the toy?”

“Because you’d only kill him if he showed up.”

I gave her a sharp grin. “You never know.”

Anna shrugged. “I won’t risk it. But if you’re so concerned about the performance of my toy, why don’t you take its place instead and show me how talented you are?”

She didn’t wait for my reply, only grabbed a couple of batteries and her shoebox before she headed back into her room.

I leaned back against the chair and stared up at the ceiling, debating if I should just follow Anna and give her the pussy-licking of her life. She’d never praise that fucking toy, or Maurice, again. I sucked in a deep breath, remembering Dad’s concerned email from yesterday and Dante’s and Valentina’s warning words. I grabbed my laptop and went into my room, lest Anna came out naked.

I was about to write my father when the hum from Anna’s room made me put down the laptop with a groan. Her bed was right against the wall my bed was pressed up against. The humming got louder and soon Anna’s soft moaning mingled with the traitorous sounds of her little suction device. I wondered which of her pleasure devices were at work. The small pink suction device didn’t create such a hum, so she definitely had a dildo in hand as well. The image of Anna pushing a dildo into her pussy immediately sent blood into my cock.

This was the purest torture. I wasn’t even sure why I was still holding back. Things between Anna and me had already crossed into unprofessionalism a long time ago. I might as well bang that sweet pussy and stop that snarky mouth from spouting more provocation.

Anna wanted me. She wanted a few meaningless fucks without the risk of attachment. I was the man for that. Or I used to be. With Anna things were more complicated, but why should I deny myself sex with the woman I desired only because a few complicated feelings were thrown into the mix? Most of them were annoyance anyway.

As if Anna could sense my resolve slipping, she kept pushing all my buttons. She was going in for the kill and I was ready to fall victim to her.

Fuck, we were thousands of miles away from home, away from my Capo. I’d banged married women with their husbands sleeping in the next room and thrived on the thrill, but with Anna it was different. Mainly because of Dante.

It was late, already after dinner when Anna stepped out of the bathroom in a man’s shirt. I couldn’t tell if she wore anything beneath it and the thought was enough to drive me insane. I wasn’t sure if it was a shirt she’d bought in the man’s department of a secondhand shop or if Maurice had given it to her during another meeting in Anna’s fashion school. I hadn’t smelled him on her again, and I tried to tell myself that she wasn’t seeing him anymore. I tried to keep an eye on her as much as possible, but it wasn’t always possible during her fashion studies and Anna used every chance she got to shake me off. “Is that Maurice’s?”

I was a sucker for punishment. I didn’t even want to know the answer.

Anna glanced down at herself and gave a shrug. “What if I say yes?”

“You should be careful. Maurice knows who you are. He could ruin your reputation.”

“I doubt it’s my reputation you’re worried about, Sonny. Can you just stop the fucking charade and admit that you want to fuck me and that you regret that Maurice had me first?”

She knew exactly when to use the hated nickname to rile me up.

“I’m sorry if you regret your past choices but I won’t sit back and wait for you while you are busy banging our married neighbors.”

I wished I had actually banged one of our neighbors, but Anna held me in her teasing iron grip.

She gave me a pitying smile. “I bet you wish you could turn back time now. But it’s not too late yet, Sonny. You can have me now. I’m free tonight. Maurice has other plans. We’re not exclusive, you know?”

She bent over to pick up a hairpin she’d “accidentally” dropped, causing the dress shirt to ride up, revealing her perky ass cheeks and a tiny red thong.

And fuck, I could see a darker spot. She was aroused. Pissing me off got her wet. My nostrils flared with rage and desire.

Something snapped in me. I’d controlled myself for far too long, had let Maurice get a taste of something I’d been craving for many months. I was done holding back, done playing noble when I was anything but. I stalked toward her, grabbed her arm and pushed her against the kitchen table.


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