Sinners Consumed: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance (Sinners Anonymous Book 3)

“The yacht, baby. Hang your stolen clothes up in my closet, make your god-awful lasagnas in my oven. Light your girly candles in every room. I want all of it, all of you. Just come home.”

to get played by a fucking man. I’m an ungraceful winner, sure, but I’m an even worse loser.

And love really is a losing game.

Lust burns.

Love cuts.

But betrayal? It fucking incinerates.

“Vodka.”

My shoulders pull taut. “Since when did you start drinking vodka?”

“Since you said you wouldn’t kiss me if I drank whiskey.”

He points the gun in Matt’s face. “Are you fucking my girl?”

“If I drown, you’re drowning with me. If you burn, I’m burning too. Pick your route to hell, Rafe. The destination and the company are the same.”

My objection melts into a moan when his hot mouth latches onto my breast. He sucks slowly, gently, giving me so little of his tongue that all my muscles clench for more of it. Eyes lifting to mine, he grazes his bottom lip up my breasts to my collarbone, where he gives the pendant of my necklace a small kiss. “No talking. Just relax and let me worship you.” His eyes flick to mine again, a heated

“Marriage is a losing game, darling.”

I glance around us, then pull her into an alcove. “I’ve got something to tell you.”

Her face falls. “Oh god, what have you done—”

I grip her chin and plant a kiss on her lips. It’s my new, nice way of getting her to shut up. Always works like a charm.

Christ, I might not swindle men for their money anymore, but they sure are easy to fool in other ways.