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

Black Out Days – Phantogram
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He tears off the deep plum gown I was wearing, ripping the straps so that the
expensive beading scatters across the hardwood floor.
I attack him back just as hard, yanking open his shirt, ripping the material,
losing the buttons.
We’re kissing each other with more than passion. We’re exorcising our
anger, our resentment, our fear, and our rage.
It’s not directed at Cole and it’s not directed at me. It’s a dark, swirling
energy between us. A bitterness that has to burn out before it consumes us
both.
Cole hasn’t even got my dress all the way off when he throws me over the
arm of the couch and takes me from behind. He wraps his hand up in the long
rope of my hair, jerking my head back, using it as reins while he mounts me
and rides me hard.
He’s fucking me ruthlessly, roughly, the slap of his hips against my ass
punctuated by actual slaps from his hand.
“More,” I moan. “Harder.”
I deserve this.
My guilt over Erin can only be assuaged by punishment. I want to be spanked
harder, faster, meaner. I need the sadist in Cole. I need the psychopath.
And Cole obliges.
He forces me down on my knees, the back of my head against the arm of the
couch. He shoves his cock into my mouth, my head pinned, no way to
escape.
He holds my head between both hands, fucking my mouth. His cock is ironhard
and relentless, tunneling into my throat. I’m choking on it, drooling
around it, trying to steal gasps of breath before he drills into me again.