I’ve never been a good man.

I’m not the man you take home to meet your parents.

Hell, I’m not even the guy you want your friends to meet.

I’ve done bad things.

So many, in fact, I doubt I’ll ever make it to heaven. But that doesn’t stop me from living the life I enjoy. If I’m going to hell, I might as well enjoy the ride.

I take each day as it comes. And when I have a job to do, something I’ve been trained to do, I do it well. I’m a dangerous man. I revel in watching life drain from those whose lives I take.

Six months ago, I moved to Chicago from England, but my ancestry lies in thick Irish roots. Most people know me as Carrick’s older brother. He has a life here; I’m only just starting mine.

Half a year being in another country, and I’ve taken to it like a fish to water. It’s also been six months since I first walked into my brother’s club, Seven Sins, and found one alluring beauty who has caught my eye. She’s all kinds of wrong for me, far too young and innocent. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting her.

Rick has warned me off. Told me to leave her be. Her father is too influential in this city for me to be messing around with her. I’ve never been one to play by the rules. Hell, I doubt I have any morals left.

I want to listen to my little brother.

But I can’t.

It’s not because I want to piss him off. It’s because this little brunette has lured me into a web of depraved need. She’s beautiful, with plump lips that would look incredible around the base of my cock.

Carrick thinks I’ve already been with her. But I haven’t. Apart from in my wettest, wildest dreams. But it’s moments like this that turn my body molten — when she walks into Seven Sins every Friday night.

I hear her laughter first, soft, melodic, innocent. Turning to the entrance, I find her along with her friend, Amber Davenport, one of Chicago’s elite socialites.

Amber’s known for her substance abuse, sexual proclivities, and being better acquainted with the local police officers than her father would like. Which begs the question, why is Madison hanging out with someone like that?

Amber has done well for herself making a name in the media as the bad girl, and she’s proud of it. Leggy, blonde, and I’m almost certain a pair of fake tits. But it’s not her who’s caught my attention. Instead, my gaze lingers on the brunette beside her.

Madison Parker.

Twenty-one-year-old daughter to a senator.

At thirty-seven, I am far too old for her. I should walk away, but like I said, I’m not a good man, so I don’t. Instead, I lift an eyebrow as she offers me a small, shy smile. Playing innocent, poppet? I see through her act. Right down to her needy core that she’s nowhere near as sweet as she acts.

I know this because of the piercing look she pins me with. Her mouth purses into a pout that causes my dick to leap to attention. And when she lifts her hand to those glossy lips, she bites down on her thumb, and she’s hooked me.

The naughty little tease will pay.

I’ll make sure of it.