Contents ( 300)
- The Sin Trilogy
- Meghan March
- Contents
- Note From The Author
- Richer Than Sin
- About Richer Than Sin
- Prologue
- Lincoln
- One
- Lincoln
- Two
- Lincoln
- Three
- Whitney
- Four
- Whitney
- Five
- Lincoln
- Six
- Whitney
- Seven
- Whitney
- Eight
- Lincoln
- Nine
- Whitney
- Ten
- Whitney
- Eleven
- Lincoln
- Twelve
- Whitney
- Thirteen
- Lincoln
- Fourteen
- Lincoln
- Fifteen
- Whitney
- Sixteen
- Whitney
- Seventeen
- Whitney
- Eighteen
- Whitney
- Nineteen
- Lincoln
- Twenty
- Whitney
- Twenty-One
- Whitney
- Twenty-Two
- Whitney
- Twenty-Three
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Four
- Whitney
- Twenty-Five
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Six
- Whitney
- Twenty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Nine
- Whitney
- Thirty
- Lincoln
- Thirty-One
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Two
- Whitney
- Thirty-Three
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Four
- Whitney
- Thirty-Five
- Whitney
- Thirty-Six
- Whitney
- Thirty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Nine
- Whitney
- Forty
- Whitney
- Forty-One
- Lincoln
- Forty-Two
- Whitney
- Forty-Three
- Whitney
- Forty-Four
- Whitney
- Forty-Five
- Lincoln
- Forty-Six
- Whitney
- Forty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Forty-Eight
- Whitney
- Forty-Nine
- Lincoln
- Fifty
- Whitney
- Fifty-One
- Lincoln
- Fifty-Two
- Whitney
- Fifty-Three
- Whitney
- Fifty-Four
- Lincoln
- Guilty As Sin
- About Guilty As Sin
- One
- Whitney
- Two
- Lincoln
- Three
- Whitney
- Four
- Whitney
- Five
- Lincoln
- Six
- Whitney
- Seven
- Whitney
- Eight
- Lincoln
- Nine
- Whitney
- Ten
- Whitney
- Eleven
- Lincoln
- Twelve
- Whitney
- Thirteen
- Whitney
- Fourteen
- Whitney
- Fifteen
- Lincoln
- Sixteen
- Lincoln
- Seventeen
- Whitney
- Eighteen
- Whitney
- Nineteen
- Lincoln
- Twenty
- Whitney
- Twenty-One
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Two
- Whitney
- Twenty-Three
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Four
- Whitney
- Twenty-Five
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Six
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Seven
- Whitney
- Twenty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Nine
- Whitney
- Thirty
- Lincoln
- Thirty-One
- Whitney
- Thirty-Two
- Whitney
- Thirty-Three
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Four
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Five
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Six
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Seven
- Whitney
- Thirty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Nine
- Whitney
- Forty
- Lincoln
- Forty-One
- Whitney
- Forty-Two
- Lincoln
- Forty-Three
- Whitney
- Forty-Four
- Lincoln
- Forty-Five
- Whitney
- Forty-Six
- Lincoln
- Forty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Forty-Eight
- Whitney
- Forty-Nine
- Lincoln
- Fifty
- Whitney
- Fifty-One
- Lincoln
- Fifty-Two
- Whitney
- Fifty-Three
- Whitney
- Fifty-Four
- Lincoln
- Fifty-Five
- Whitney
- Reveling In Sin
- About Reveling in Sin
- One
- Whitney
- Two
- Whitney
- Three
- Lincoln
- Four
- Whitney
- Five
- Lincoln
- Six
- Whitney
- Seven
- Lincoln
- Eight
- Whitney
- Nine
- Lincoln
- Ten
- Whitney
- Eleven
- Lincoln
- Twelve
- Whitney
- Thirteen
- Lincoln
- Fourteen
- Whitney
- Fifteen
- Lincoln
- Sixteen
- Whitney
- Seventeen
- Lincoln
- Eighteen
- Whitney
- Nineteen
- Lincoln
- Twenty
- Whitney
- Twenty-One
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Two
- Whitney
- Twenty-Three
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Four
- Whitney
- Twenty-Five
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Six
- Whitney
- Twenty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Eight
- Whitney
- Twenty-Nine
- Whitney
- Thirty
- Lincoln
- Thirty-One
- Whitney
- Thirty-Two
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Three
- Whitney
- Thirty-Four
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Five
- Whitney
Oh, that’s right. She wants the fuck out of Gable. That makes two of us, and I’ve only been here a few days.
“Where would you go?”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m not getting out yet. I’m stuck.” She opened her mouth to say something more, but then shook her head and snapped her mouth shut.
For some reason, I wanted to tell this girl—or by the looks of her, this woman—that I’d take her anywhere she wanted to go. But I didn’t.
“You can’t be truly stuck anywhere. You’ve got choices.”
Her blue gaze landed on me again, and I swore someone sucked all the air out of the room. Never in my life had I felt chemistry like this.
“Maybe you have choices. But all my plans went to hell tonight. The only upside? I dropped a hundred eighty pounds of dead weight.”
I was right in my initial assumption. Some asshole fucked up with this girl. His loss. My gain.
She reached for the neck of the bottle and poured another measure of tequila into her glass. When she lifted it to her lips this time, her gaze stayed locked on mine as she downed it. I lost the ability to form a complete sentence for the ten seconds it took for some douchebag to slide up next to her.
“You finally hear that asshole is fucking everything in sight? He dropped us like a bad habit when he got his chance. Shouldn’t be surprised that he dropped you too when he’s got every girl in LA trying to jump on his dick.”
The woman glanced over her shoulder at the douchebag, her shoulders stiffening. “Fuck off, Dave.”
“I’d rather fuck you, baby. Been waitin’ years for my chance to tap your sweet ass.”
“Not a chance in hell.”
Clearly these two had some kind of history, and it wasn’t my place to interfere. But when his hand shot out and wrapped around her elbow, I jumped off my stool.
“She didn’t ask you to touch her, so keep your hands off.”
Dave’s attention shifted to me, and while he was distracted, Blue jumped off her seat and slammed the heels of both her hands hard against his chest.
“Don’t ever touch me, you mother—” she started to yell, but went silent when Dave shoved her back and she tumbled against the bar stool.
Oh, hell no.
“You don’t ever put your fucking hands on a woman, you piece of shit.” I reached down and helped her to her feet before putting myself between her and Dave.
“Stay behind me.” Something flashed in her gaze as it collided with mine, and she opened her mouth to say something, but I cut her off. “It’s safer.”
Glass shattered, and I spun around to see Dave grasping a broken beer bottle by the neck.
I might have grown up with money, but that didn’t exempt me from having to defend myself if I wanted any respect in boarding school. I’d learned how to take a punch and how to deliver one by the time I was a teenager.