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

There is something so satisfying in this. Something that I deeply need, that
I’ve never been able to ask for before.
The more I come to trust Cole, to believe that he won’t actually hurt me, the
more I want him to push the line.
This is the broken, fucked up part of myself. The part that’s furious over
every time that I was hurt or used, but still craves the freedom to seek out
roughness and even violence when I want it, on my terms.
I’m a tree that grew in cruel wind, twisted and bent by it. Sex and violence,
passion and intensity, are inextricably entwined for me. I can’t have one
without the other. Right or wrong doesn’t come into it. I am the way life
made me.
Only this satisfies: biting, clawing, scratching, struggling. Cole and I fuck on
the couch, on the floor. He slams me up against the wall, bodily lifting me off
the ground.
I need to experience his strength, his power, his ruthlessness, because that’s
what I need in a man. It’s the only way I feel safe. He has to terrify me so I
know he’ll terrify everyone else. I’ve never met a real hero, I don’t think they
exist. Only a monster can protect me.
We’re fucking in the dark so we can unleash the demons inside of us.
Anguished sounds come out of me: sometimes sobbing, sometimes begging
for more.
Our clothes are all gone now, torn to ribbons on the floor. Cole’s back is a
mass of scratches as if he’s been whipped, his skin under my nails. His teeth
marks print my shoulders and my breasts.
Still I moan in his ear, “Don’t stop. I need more …”
“You fucking lunatic, I’ll kill you,” Cole snarls. “You don’t know what I
have in me …”
“Show me. You promised to show me.”
He throws me down on the floor, so hard that all the air slams out of me and I
see stars on his ceiling.