Ultimate Sins

by Lora Leigh

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  To the Wicked Readers on Sinful Saturdays.

  Thank you for your friendship and for the hours

  of laughter for the past three years.

  Your insights and your opinions have been greatly appreciated.

  And in loving memory of Dorothy Alta Marie (Few) Lucas

  December 9, 1949–March 21, 2013

  Thank you for the laughter, the love, and the memories.

  And for being not just a generous loving aunt, but a true and wonderful friend.

  You will never be forgotten.

  CONTENTS

  Title Page

  Copyright Notice

  Dedication

  Prologue

  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

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Epilogue

  Also by Lora Leigh

  Praise for bestselling author Lora Leigh

  About the Author

  Copyright

  PROLOGUE

  Amelia at eighteen

  The file was far more than he had expected.

  Crowe Callahan knew he shouldn’t have been surprised. After more than fourteen years of harassment, nothing about Corbin County should have surprised him in the least. But this one did.

  Wayne Sorenson, Corbin County’s attorney, had actually managed to convince him as well as his two cousins over the years that he was a friend. Information had come to light in the past year, though, that indicated he wasn’t as loyal to the Callahans as he wanted them to think. Only in the past weeks since Crowe had begun secretly seeing Wayne’s daughter, Amelia, had Crowe learned his suspicions were more than true.

  This file, though.

  This file detailed Wayne’s deception even further. That, added to the information Crowe and Amelia had uncovered, hinted at the hatred the county attorney harbored for the Callahan family.

  It was information Crowe would have never learned without Amelia’s help.

  But what had begun as a mere flirtation, a game to learn the truth behind his suspicions, had turned into something far more emotionally serious.

  Something far more physically dangerous than even the information found in the file she had provided.

  Reading each page thoroughly, his gaze narrowed against the dim light spilling through the partially opened shades of the office, Crowe restrained the urge to curse.

  It was nearly too dark to read, but using the penlight he brought with him could be far too risky. And not just for him. If the young woman who had slipped him into her father’s office was revealed as having aided and abedded—abetted, he corrected himself—a Callahan, then her punishment could be far more than her father’s wrath.

  It could mean her death.

  But had she not warned him of the file, had she not slipped him into her father’s office, then he would have never known the threat that the Corbin County attorney represented to him and his younger cousins.

  The repercussions could have destroyed them all without this forewarning.

  Each page listed and described years’ worth of circumstantial evidence that didn’t prove a damned thing. But together, tied sequentially and argued effectively, that evidence could fry not just him, but also his cousins, Logan and Rafer.

  It showed him, once and for all, that when they returned to Corbin County permanently, a certain power base would have to be established before anyone learned of it. They would have to return with the upper hand and enough support to ensure that it took more than a few dirty county politicians to destroy them.

  “He’s been building that file for over five years,” Amelia whispered as she stood next to him. “When I found it, I couldn’t believe it.”

  Because her father played a damned fine game of pretending friendship and loyalty to the three cousins.

  “Believe it,” he murmured, slowly closing the file before directing his attention to Amelia Sorenson once again.

  Wayne Sorenson’s daughter.

  Crowe Callahan’s carefully hidden lover and his greatest secret.

  God help him, she was fucking pretty.

  Long, burnished gold-and-brown hair that fell between her shoulder blades. Soft, mesmerizing, thickly lashed turquoise eyes. Innocent. Fiery. Stubborn as hell she was, and filled with so much life.

  “Can he trace the disappearance of the information back to you?” he asked carefully, hiding his concern.

  There were whispers—not really rumors or gossip, but lifted brows, warning looks, and a shadow of sympathy—that certain citizens close to the Sorenson family were prone to give her. Those slight reactions indicated Amelia’s father wasn’t the doting, devoted dad he played in public.

  “Everything’s already been moved to the new offices.” She looked around slowly, her gaze lingering on the worn couch then the wide, walnut desk they’d made use of more than once since the move had begun several weeks before. “It won’t be surprising that the file has come up missing. And it won’t be the only one to have disappeared.”

  She was slick, this one. But hell, that was something he had always known. Only in the past weeks had he begun to see just how controlled and ruthless she could be, though.

  Weeks.

  Six weeks. It wasn’t near enough time, he thought regretfully. Not nearly long enough to have amassed the memories he’d begun to realize he wanted with her.

  “You’re taking a heavy risk, fairy-girl,” he growled as he actually considered putting the file in the drawer where she had hidden it after the desk had been cleaned out.

  A little puff of air expelled from her lips at the accusation.

  “The evidence itself has been dumped, and other pieces burned,” she informed him with a triumphant quirk of her lips. “All electronic backups were taken care of this afternoon.” Her brow arched in mock curiosity. “Too many hands moving too many things. It was really too bad those magnets were stacked on top of the PC, as well as his laptop. And of course there was that magnetic stack confiscated when the sheriff busted that Internet fraud group last year. Someone was just stupid enough to transport it along with his flash drives and SD cards.” Her gaze glittered with fury. “I can’t believe he’d try something so evil as to frame you and your cousins. As though you haven’t been through enough hell. Those damned magnets have gone over the entire house, any possible hiding place, and every inch of his vehicle. I won’t allow him to destroy an entire family with lies and suppositions.” The smile she shot him was tight and mocking. “I’ve just been a busy little bee this week, Crowe, and every move I’ve made has been covered. No one could even guess that any of that information was deliberately destroyed.” She shrugged. “None of it was important enough to risk allowing him to succeed in his plans against you and your cousins.”

  Son of a bitch.

/>   She had actually found a way to erase the electronic files they feared he had. Not just the originals but also any hidden backups her father might possess.

  Pride flooded his chest.

  She’d done what he’d believed couldn’t be done. She had found the evidence that Wayne Sorenson was building to prove what Crowe believed could not be proven, because it hadn’t happened.

  Wayne was trying to bring him and his cousins to trial for the murders of six young women they had slept with seven summers before. Six innocent young women whose choice to sleep with a Callahan had resulted in their horrible rapes and tortured murders.

  “You’re certain this is all that’s left?” he asked, lifting the file.

  “I’ve looked everywhere I could think to look,” she assured him, pushing slender, delicate fingers through her hair. She frowned thoughtfully. “His PC and laptop have been completely wiped. I’ve gone through every paper file myself and found nothing else. I’ve checked the house, the safe, this office, and every nook and cranny I could find. If there’s another file out there, then he’s far better at hiding it than I ever imagined.”

  Taking a seat on her father’s bare, scarred desk, Amelia stared up at Crowe, her gaze somber.

  “How did you find out about this file?” Shoving the folder and its contents into the small leather backpack he carried, Crowe narrowed his gaze on her, wondering what Amelia gained in betraying her father for the cursed Callahan cousins.

  “By accident,” she admitted, her gaze now so innocent he almost felt like a pervert for all the things he’d done to her lush body in the past weeks. “I overheard him discussing it on the phone with Aspen County’s attorney. He’s still trying to tie Jaymi Flannigan’s murder to your cousin Rafe. He had to prove that Rafe knew she was considering a move to Aspen and leaving Corbin County to do it, though.”

  “He was building a case that Rafe had killed her out of jealousy.” He nodded at his own deduction. “But none of us left the county that day. And we have witnesses.”

  “Wayne’s trying to find someone to prove you were in Aspen and that your witnesses are lying.” She bit at her lip before thinning both angrily. “He and Sheriff Dunmore was discussing how they could prove Thomas Jones was actually trying to help Jaymi, rather than being responsible for killing her.”

  Thomas Jones had killed her. There was no doubt about it.

  Crowe, Logan, and Jaymi’s lover at the time, Rafer, had heard her screams and raced to her location. They’d arrived in time to see Jones shove that knife in her side before jumping from her body and attempting to escape.

  “What ‘proof’ did you destroy?” What the hell could that bastard have managed to find that couldn’t possibly exist?

  “Dunmore managed to convince a bartender to give the deposition you saw in the file, that you were indeed in Aspen. But he disappeared from town a week later, as Wayne’s deposition states.”

  “Indicating that we possibly killed him as well to keep him quiet.” God help him. When would it end?

  If it weren’t for the will their parents had left and the knowledge that if they left and turned their backs on the fight for what was theirs in Corbin County, then a serial murderer might acquire or inherit it, he and his cousins would have left years before now.

  Amelia rubbed her hands over her face wearily before lowering them to her lap.

  “There was a shoe belonging to another victim with Logan’s thumbprint. A newly discovered glove with Rafer’s fingerprints that, according to Dunmore, hadn’t been easy to transfer after the prints were acquired from elsewhere. I’d really be careful about dishes and utensils used in the café, bar, and restaurant here in town,” she suggested softly, her eyes gleaming with moisture. “Can’t we stop him, Crowe? I’d testify about what I heard.”

  Crowe was shaking his head before the words were past her lips, reaching out for her as he stepped to the desk.

  “Don’t even consider it.” Teeth clenched, denial raging through him, Crowe quickly pressed between her slender thighs, holding her in place before him.

  One hand tangled in the silken strands of hair that fell down her back as the straining bulge of his erection was cushioned by the hot, feminine heat between her thighs.

  “Hell no!” he snapped, glowering down at her; the need to take her, hard and deep, strained his patience. “You’ve taken enough risks in the past weeks. I’ll be damned if you’ll risk yourself that openly.”

  “But he’s lying, Crowe!” she hissed back at him, her palms flattening against his stomach. “And you know he won’t stop. This has been going on for years, and it was only by chance that I found it.”

  Her hands pressed against his stomach, but not to push him away. No true pressure was applied. Her fingers curled against his shirt, clenching the fabric, and Crowe swore he could feel her need to touch his bare flesh.

  “We’ll stop him,” he promised her. “But you will not risk yourself any further. You will not draw Wayne’s wrath down on you any more than you already have. Because I swear, Amelia, I’ll kill him if I ever hear he’s even dared to bruise you again. Do you hear me?”

  Again.

  Crowe still fought the need to kill the bastard for the bruises he’d already seen on her perfect porcelain-and-silk flesh.

  Her lips parted and he could see her intent in the way her hands clasped in front of her, slowly twisting together as she leaned back from him.

  Her expression, her voice, every part of her presented perfect truth and honesty. All but that one movement. A movement she only used when she lied.

  “Lie to me, Amelia, and I’ll take you straight home this instant,” he warned her, his tone dark, forbidding. “And give me any of those half-assed excuses you’ve given everyone else and I won’t be responsible for what I do to him.”

  She breathed out heavily. “He didn’t hurt me, Crowe.”

  He knew better.

  “And if he tries again, Amelia, then I’ll hurt him a thousand times worse.”

  The throb of his cock and the slight flexing of her hips were beginning to affect more than his patience now. He’d been more than a week without her. Damn, that was too long not to have tasted her lips, her soft, soft flesh, the sweet heat of her need.

  She made him hungry. Hungrier than he’d ever been for another woman.

  Small, warm hands unclasped, then slipped beneath his shirt to find his bare flesh as Crowe watched her expression turn soft and dreamy, her gaze darkening with a feminine hunger that never failed to amaze him.

  “Then we won’t argue,” she promised as she wrapped her free arm around his neck to pull him to her. “It’s been too long since you touched me.” Her soft, pink little tongue swiped over her lush lower lip. “Touch me now, Crowe. Please.”

  Touch her now?

  He’d been dying to touch her again since five minutes after he’d last had her. He couldn’t get this hunger out of his system; nor could he find a way to keep from holding on to the hope that somehow, some way he could keep her.

  His lips covered hers. There wasn’t a chance of denying himself the pure sweet pleasure of those tempting lips. Pouty, sensuous, the lush curves parted beneath his as her arms wrapped around his neck.

  He’d taken her here in this room four weeks before. He’d laid her back on the leather couch across the room, knowing she was innocent, but completely unaware she was still a virgin. His first virgin, and the first woman to sink inside him in a way he couldn’t explain, nor could he escape.

  He’d not touched another woman since. He’d not wanted to touch another woman.

  She parted her lips further, her adventurous little tongue tasting his, surprising him with her boldness. Pleasure shot through his system, drawing a groan from him as her hungry response grew hotter.

  He’d told himself, more than once, that he wouldn’t do this again. He wasn’t going to endanger her further. He couldn’t do it, because losing Amelia would destroy him. And it would kill more than his soul. His
cousins would be burying him beside her if he were the cause of her death—

  God help him, the guilt would follow him even past death.

  “Amelia. Wait, sweetheart.” He drew back, that thought flaying his conscience as well as his soul. “Baby, we have to stop this.”

  “Why?” Amusement colored the husky, sex-and-more sound of her voice. “I’ve been dying for you, Crowe. A week was far too long to not see you or talk to you. Too long not to be able to touch you.”

  Hell, his shirt hung open. His chest was bare to her eager touch, and she had moved to his belt and pulled open the first snap of his jeans.

  Moving to catch her slender wrists as her fingers tugged at the next snap, he was immediately stalled by her hot little tongue curling over the flat, hard disk of his nipple.

  In his entire sexual lifetime Crowe had never had a woman cover one of his nipples with her lips. To have Amelia do so, to have that pleasure explode across his nerve endings, was shocking. So shocking that he stilled, his teeth clenching as his fingers fisted in reaction.

  The time it took him to adjust to the caress, she spent amplifying it. Her teeth raking over the disk, clenching on it as he fought back a growl of pleasure. That pause gave her the time and the opportunity to release the remaining metal buttons on his jeans and release the flesh throbbing for her touch. Her fingers curled around his steel-hard erection, and all his good intentions shot straight to hell.

  There was no turning back. There was no denying her.

  Seven days.

  Seven days too long.

  Unfisting his fingers, Crowe lifted his hands, spearing them into her hair and tangling in the silken strands as Amelia turned her attention to the sensitive flesh of his other, unattended nipple.

  He’d never known the pleasure she was giving and he was shocked enough that an instinctive response against it just wasn’t happening.

  From there, like dominoes tumbling down an emotional line, any response to combat the pleasure or to protect her against what might be was instantly sabotaged.

  Instead every sense, every emotion and physical response became instinctive, driving home the innermost knowledge that walking away from her would destroy part of his soul.