(Sequel to Sins Of The Father)
Roslyn struggles to find her way with all the uncertainty she is left with. Long days turn into painful nights plagued by the memories of her estranged husband. With many deaths all around London Roslyn Knows Tom is...
Can someone literally make a TikTok about this book like i'd literally die. I swear if it goes viral I will update every single day of my life. Anyways... ——- ⛔️ This chapter may contain content some readers may find inappropriate please refer to the warning labels (⛔️) on sensitive content they will mark the beginning and end of scenes containing sexually explicit content. Reader discretion is advised. Thank you for reading.
Okay I know what your thinking, Roslyn I thought you said you wouldn't fall into bed with Tom again. All I would say to that is I have made a terrible mistake. Yes a pleasurable mistake, but a mistake none the less. It's like I can't keep my hands off the bloke. Though I know making love with him is not what it used to feel like. It's more aggressive and hungry rather than romantic and beautiful. It's almost like we're two sex crazed teenagers that can't get enough of each other. I rubbed my face with my hands as I sat in bed the following morning. "I've got to stop doing this," I muttered as I undressed on the way to the bath.
Just because I happened to engage in lewd acts with Tom does not mean I've forgiven him, nor does it mean I've forgotten about Jimmy. Aw yes the mystery man that wrote me a love ballad yet I haven't the slightest clue who he is. Just thinking about it makes my temper rise. Something I've noticed is that Tom and I have only done this in the heat of an argument. Yesterday's argument was about me getting filthy drunk and nearly killing myself. What does he care! He put me to sleep for three bloody years. I'm pretty sure he could care less if I'm alive or not. I grew more angry by the second as I thought about this. How can I address my anger to him if I keep giving into my hormonal urges? What if instead of getting angry I focus on the hurt he's caused me, surely I can't find myself falling into bed with him while on the verge of tears. Why must I be this way?
Perhaps avoiding him all together would be a better plan for today, but as luck would have it as soon as I thought that here he comes entering the room without knocking. "Did you forget how to knock?" I asked him as I turned towards him from my seat at my vanity. "Afraid I might see something I haven't seen before?" He asked sarcastically to which I rolled my eyes.
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"Like a tattoo perhaps," he said innocently making my cheeks glow red. "I don't know what you're talking about," I lied as I turned away from him facing my vanity mirror. I watched as his reflection smirked and walked towards me until he stood behind my chair. My heart beat picked up pace as he leaned down placing both his arms on either side of me resting one on my chair and the other on my vanity trapping me between them. "Oh I think you do," he said making me shiver as his breath tickled the back of my neck. "And I can't help but wonder who took the pleasure in touching such an intimate area on a woman foolish enough to get a tattoo," he said innocently before kissing my neck and placing his hand on my left hip where my small rose tattoo was.
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