There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

A game to hand me this perfectly prepared latte, exactly the way I like it. He
already knows this, too: the temperature I want, so I can sip without burning
my mouth. Sweetness enhancing the flavor of the expensive beans, but not
obscuring it. Extra foam, thick and rich as whipped cream.
I trail my tongue through it, unembarrassed. I lick it off my lips. Because I’m
learning too: he likes to watch me enjoy things. It gives him more pleasure to
watch me lap up this foam, to lick it off my fingers, than it could ever give
him to taste it himself.
I saturate my mouth with the delicious flavor, and then I kiss him so he can
taste it on my lips.
The coffee makes my mouth warm and sensual.
That’s why he made it for me.
This is all calculated so I won’t walk over the fridge and start rummaging. He
wants to select what I eat, what I drink, what I wear. He wants to choose
better than I could choose myself, so I won’t fight him, so I’ll submit to him.
Each time I accept one of his choices, I see the glint of triumph in his eyes.
This is how he intends to tame me.
I’m not an easy pet.
I’m wild and feral. What I want is capricious, it changes every moment.
“Do we have any more of those peaches from last night?” I say.
I see the flame flicker up in his eyes, irritation that he failed to anticipate this.
“You ate them all before bed.”
“You didn’t think I’d eat six at once?” I say, that light edge of teasing both
infuriating and arousing him. He grabs my wrist, pulling me toward him.
His rough growl swipes up my spine like sandpaper: “If we were on a ship
stranded in the ocean, and all we had left was one bar of chocolate, you’d eat
the whole thing in five minutes and lick your fingers afterward.”
I smile up at him, unrepentant.