His Sinister Desire

HIS SINISTER DESIRE MIA KINGSLEY A DARK ROMANCE NOVEL CONTENTS His Sinister Desire Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 About the Author HIS SINISTER DESIRE He is evil. He is dark. He is brutal. And I can't get enough of him. My girlfriends want to find out who can seduce the new guy in the secluded house down the street. I only play along with it to keep up appearances, but his dark attraction gets the better of me. That's why I’m snooping around his backyard. This is a mistake. A big mistake. The best mistake I have ever made. This is a spicy dark romance containing violence, cursing, and a HEA. CHAPTER 1 ERIN On the Atlantic Beach Bridge, the traffic had come to a standstill. It was my own fault that I had gotten caught in the tourist traffic jam, but I had wanted to delay the annual summer visit to my parents for as long as possible. The sun was beating down, and although it wasn't even noon, the thermometer showed 91 degrees, and the air conditioning was running at full blast. Nevertheless, I felt little beads of sweat on the back of my neck. I was wearing only a tank top and a pair of jean shorts, and my hair was tied up. We continued at a snail's pace, and I was actually fine with making slow progress. Every minute that I didn't have to spend with my mother was welcome. I drummed along with my fingers on the steering wheel as the first bars of Thomas Rhett's Get Me Some Of That played. The song reminded me of my ex-boyfriend. My family would be thrilled when they heard that I had broken up with Mike. Another potential son-in-law gone—and his father was a politician. I could already hear my mother's nagging in my mind. Finally, I reached the causeway, and the traffic sped up. I turned left toward Robin Avenue, the better corner of the island, where the roads were lined with mansions, and household employees outnumbered homeowners. Most of the other cars headed to Ocean Drive, where hotels and vacation homes crowded together. Almost all the properties here belonged to my family, the Riddlesdales. The rest of the properties were in the hands of the Lorenzo family, who tended to operate on the other side of the law. Their criminal ambitions were widely known and didn't stop anyone from doing business with them—least of all, my father. The big black gate to my parents' property came into view. Mother would be delighted when she saw my new car. The instruction to buy myself a new one had come on my birthday and was the highest form of love in my family. I was sure that my mother had in mind an elegant Mercedes convertible in which a lady of the world could be seen, ideally in an elegant and rudimentary feminine color like white or silver. It was with great pleasure that I had bought a black Ford Mustang and grinned practically the whole way here, looking forward to seeing her face. To make sure she didn't miss my arrival, I let the engine rev unnecessarily before parking the car. Apparently, she had been waiting for me because she was standing at the front door, wrapped in a coral-colored outfit, her lips pressed tightly together. I took my suitcase, the garment bags, and my backpack out of the trunk. As I approached her, I pushed my sunglasses onto my head. As I'd suspected, she had once again treated herself to a new nose. "Erin," she said. "Mother," I replied before receiving a breathy peck on the cheek. Her disapproving gaze slid down me. No high heels, no skirt, no healthy tan, and hardly any makeup—in her eyes, I was failing on all counts. "Where's Mike?" "We broke up." I pushed past her to get into the cool interior of the house. My pale skin was not doing well at all in the scorching sun. "Why?" She hadn't sounded half as upset when I'd fallen off my bike at 13 and broken my left arm in two places. "Because I caught him in bed with someone else." I neglected to mention that he had practically fled from me because he thought I was frigid. Mother rolled her eyes. "You could have forgiven him for such a little thing." "Why? Because his family is so influential?" As always, when I said something she didn't want to hear, my mother just glossed over it. "There are some important events in the next few weeks that we will be attending together. I took the liberty of hanging some dresses in your room. I'm not so sure about the size now, though." With a critical expression, she stared at my round hips, then at my chest. I mockingly twisted my mouth. "How am I supposed to find a new man without a decent amount of ass and tits?" She gasped. "Erin Charlotte Riddlesdale! You shouldn't speak like that! Go to your room!" "I was on my way there anyway. Are you going to forbid me from dinner now, too?" Mother turned on her heel and stumbled into her parlor. She would probably calm her nerves with a glass of bourbon after this grueling encounter. Maybe she would even pop a Vicodin. After all, I had used naughty words. In my room, it didn't look like I'd been gone for seven months—Christmas, after all, had been another mandatory visit. If I didn't show up regularly, I was blocked from accessing my trust fund, which I wouldn't get until my 25th birthday. Three more years of smiling for family photos and presenting an