Sinner: Devil's Sons MC by Kathryn Thomas Read Free Book Online Page A

college, and once there, I made it my business to get a degree. I've always been kind of great with cars and shit, so mechanical engineering came second nature, but I never really thought I'd get as far as I have. During my junior year of college, I got a scholarship from GM."
     
    "So, what do you for a living?"
     
    "I'm a draftsman. I design products to enhance engine performance."
     
    "That sounds complicated. What I want to do is work as a physician assistant, preferably in a major hospital. I have another year, and my goal will be realized."
     
    "And, your family isn't happy about that? You mentioned something about your brother not liking your ambition."
     
    She shrugged, digging into her food. "Rayan feels a woman's place is in the home. He's old-fashioned. He thinks a man is supposed to take care of me. I know I'm intelligent enough and strong enough to make my own way in this world. When it comes to relationships, I don't want to feel like I have to shrink my dynamism so my partner can feel like the bigger person. I guess I'm more influenced by this culture than my family prefers that I be. It's just that...well, I'm not trying to supersede anybody. But, what's wrong with being equals?"
     
    "I see your strength."
     
    "You see me quivering like a mouse. Stop it," she said softly.
     
    He put his hand over hers across the table, and she didn't pull back. Afia looked up into his eyes. They were sheer blue as the sky. "If it makes you feel better, you make my pulse race, too."
     
    "Why is that?" Afia asked. He chuckled and glanced away, eyes returning with renewed force.
     
    She leaned back in her chair, finally tucking her hands under her arms, knowing distance was her only salvation. The way the light touched his skin washed his face in golden highlights and navy shadows, and the image was branded into her consciousness. She would see him, even if her eyes went blind. His hand upon hers had burned her fingers. She was sure there were blisters where their skin had touched. This was arousal, she surmised. She would've thought she was old enough to recognize it by now, but she had never felt a desire so hot it scalded.
     
    "Because...you're nothing like what I'm used to, and I have no idea what to make of you. A part of me knows I should speed away in the opposite direction, but my mind can't move away."
     
    "The timeless dilemma. The Forbidden Fruit."
     
    "Is it the same for you?"
     
    "My family would never accept you. Why don't I care?"
     
    "Don't say things like that. I almost wish you would steer clear of me. I'm not exactly in a position to give you the right advice about a guy like me. To be blunt...for all you see, there are things you don't."
     
    "Don't worry. I'm wiser than my foolish words," she said with a half-smile. "So, you're telling me I'm better off abiding by the rules."
     
    "I wish you wouldn't though."
     
    "Say what you mean."
     
    "I'm trying," he admitted.
     
    They lapsed into a loaded silence, eyes saying too much. Eating occupied the need for conversation. She saw the warning and the invitation. He saw the need for her to make an honest mistake. She would put faith in him that he maybe didn't deserve, Sam realized. He was equally aware she might be able to make him do what others couldn't. Change.
     
    They ordered a dessert, which they shared. Afia adjusted her hijab around her face. She knew it was late, and she couldn't stay out all night, and she pulled out her phone to check the time. She hadn't even thought to call Bionca. Her roommate would be worried. "Oh, it's almost eleven."
     
    "Is that my cue to get you home?" Sam asked with a grin. He called for the check and paid the bill, grabbing his jacket. He reached for Afia, but he didn't touch her. He guided her out of the restaurant into the chilly night, and Sam dropped his leather jacket around her shoulders for warmth. When she stepped under his arm and let it rest around her shoulders, he didn't say a word, but simply