Rachel (A Dark & Dirty Sinners’ MC #10)

SEX & CANDY - MARCY PLAYGROUND

Wynter’s hands flittered over my cut, oohing at the Sinners’ patch, aahing at my name.

She smelled of citrus fruits and spice—like mulled wine.

She rubbed against me, her hands touching my shoulders, brushing my arms as we danced.

Now, I had the true meaning of temptation.

Temptation of the flesh.

Of the heart.

I shuddered as I was faced with the very real realization that everything in my life that’d happened to this point—all the trauma, all the misery, all the broken vows—could have been to bring me here.

Now.

To this point.

Was God granting me peace?

Or testing me further?