Sinful Memory by Emilia Finn

Author:Emilia Finn [Finn, Emilia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Beelieve Publishing, Pty Ltd
Published: 2023-10-05T16:00:00+00:00

After leaving Mathers’ office and driving across the city, I step into the apartment I share with Minka, and stop on the threshold to find Cato’s eyes peering straight back into mine. His brow sweaty, his dark hair dangling in his eyes. His body moves rhythmically, his chest heaving and muscular as he slams forward and fucks a woman.

On my couch.

In my living room.

In Minka’s living room!

His lover’s face is crushed into the throw pillows, her torso, pressed to the couch cushions. So all I see of her are the rounded globes of her ass where his hands hold her. Where his fingers dig in and bruise her skin.

“Cato!” I slam the door with Fletch still in the hall, and feel no remorse when the woman I don’t know pops her head up in stunned disbelief. Her hair is messy, her makeup smudged.

She’s beautiful, objectively. Brown hair, brown eyes. Bowed lips, and a pointed nose. There’s nothing wrong with the woman he’s chosen, except for the fact she’s easily in her mid-twenties. Potentially closer to thirty. And he’s barely a minute over eighteen.

“Get the fuck up!” I charge across our living space, snagging a coat I’ve never seen before, and toss it in the woman’s face.

She spasms, like I’ve hit her with electricity, while Cato merely rolls his eyes. His release, stolen, and his cock, still wrapped in a condom—thank god for that—flaccid now that she’s rolling away and dressing.

“Get out of this apartment.” I shove a pair of high heels at the woman, and then for good measure, take out my badge. I thrill in the way her face pales. “He’s a child, and you’re trespassing in someone else’s home.”

Terrified, she swings her eyes to my kid brother and tremors. But she wraps herself tight in her coat and darts away.

Cato merely stands in my living room, buck-ass naked and glowering at me like I’m the asshole.

The woman swings the door open, only to run into Fletch in the hallway. “Agh! What the hell?” She gets an eyeful of the badge he wears around his neck and practically sobs. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry!”

“I wasn’t done with her.” Disgusted, Cato grabs a pair of boxer shorts from my couch and steps into them just in time for Fletch to wander in and lift a brow. “I don’t know if you forget, since you didn’t actually throw me a birthday party, but I’m not a kid anymore.”

“You’re a fucking child.” I reach into my back pocket and take out the card Mathers gave me, then as Cato pulls on a pair of jeans, I thrust it forward and slam my palm to his sweaty chest. “Call this number and tell her you were just raped.”

“Raped?” He grabs the card and turns it the right way up. Then he laughs. “A therapist? Really? That wasn’t rape, Archer. That was me balls-deep and enjoying it until you fucked it up.”

“She was a grown woman! If you’re gonna bang someone, keep it to your own age.

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