Sinner — Kathryn Thomas

AfiaMysterious, scarred, and hard muscles covered in tattoos. He was bad news from the moment I saw him. His dark eyes leave nothing to the imagination.I can feel his gaze stripping me bare.I'm determined to keep him at arm's length. Determined to not be another notch in his bedpost. Until he pinned me against his hard body. Took me from one leg-quivering climax to the next as he used me for his pleasure. Now I'm scared. Not because this outlaw biker was my first. But because I can't get him out of my headAnd I never want to leave his bed. SamI'm a sinner. There's nothing in the world I like better than corrupting good women.F them, use them, make them beg for more. Plenty of women have tried to change me, and every one of them failed. Until Afia. She was too innocent for me to defile-too pure for me to ruin. But just looking at her leaves me aching for release. Leaves me wanting more.I want her in my bed.I need her screaming my name. And I won't stop until she's begging me to make her MINE.