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

“You need to shower first.”
My hand itches to snatch up the glass again and fling it at him. It’s never
enough for him to get what he wants—it has to be exactly the way he wants
it.
Instead, I slip out of the robe and drop it in a puddle in the middle of his
kitchen floor.
“As you wish, Master.”
The tone is all sarcasm, but I see the flush of pleasure it gives him all the
same. He picks up the robe and follows me like a dark shadow, silent and
close.
I walk back up the stairs to the master suite. Cole’s bathroom is triple the size
of my old bedroom. The sinks are massive slabs of raw gray stone beneath
waterfall faucets. The bathtub, nearly the size of a small swimming pool, sits
directly in the hardwood floor, right up against the window like an infinity
pool. The shower is the size of a car wash, with dozens of nozzles pointing in
all directions.
Cole turns them on for me while I send the playlist on my phone to his
Bluetooth speakers.
The music echoes off the stone walls, bouncing around the space, melding
with the thick steam of the shower.
Terrible Thing – AG
Spotify → geni.us/no-devil-spotify
Apple Music → geni.us/no-devil-apple
“Why do you need music for everything?” Cole asks me.
“Because it makes everything better,” I say, stepping into the pounding spray.
Cole stands outside the glass, his eyes roaming over my wet body.
He has no shame in watching me. He does it openly, all the time. Not
bothering to hide his pleasure.