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

Once, she seemed to sense that I was watching. She turned and faced the
camera, grinning and giving me a saucy wave. Then she pulled up her shirt,
flashing her tits at me, before turning back to her work.
She could only have been guessing, but my cock still raged against my
clothing, demanding that I abandon this idiotic project and speed back to the
studio so I could bury myself inside of her.
When Mara’s working, I might as well not exist.
She’s completely absorbed by the project, forgetting to eat or drink or sleep.
It makes me insane with jealousy. I hate when anything pulls her attention
away from me.
That’s not how my mind works.
I can think about many things at once, and one of those things is always
Mara.
Like a computer that can run several programs simultaneously, I keep tabs on
Shaw and Officer Hawks, supervise the construction of the sculpture, and
think of every possible way that I can wrap another rope around my sweet
little Mara and pull it tight.
When I can abandon the sculpture at the end of the workday, I head over to
the studio to pull Mara’s attention back where it belongs: onto me.
I used to hate the holidays. They seemed pathetic and manufactured, designed
to give some semblance of structure to the year. So people could pretend to
celebrate, when really they’d rather not see their family at all and would only
use the excuse to drink as much as possible before passing out in front of the
tree.
I’m learning how different the world appears when everything you do is for
someone else.
Now, instead of Christmas trees and decorations striking me as tacky, I want
to find the most beautiful ones possible, so I can surprise Mara when she
walks through the door and finds the house bedecked in soft, silvery lights. I
want to see them reflected on her skin and hair, echoing the smoky color of