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

I’m feeling it.
The water caresses me, sliding in and out of my folds, running everywhere.
It’s warm and powerful. The closer I bring the showerhead, the more intense
the sensation becomes.
“That’s right …” Cole murmurs. “Good girl. Don’t stop.”
The flush rises up my body, filling my breasts, crawling up my neck.
The heat is almost too much. I want to turn it down.
Sensing this, Cole steps inside the shower. He drops to his knees in front of
me, closing his hand over mine on the showerhead, locking my fingers in
place. He points the spray right where he wants it and holds it there as the
heat and pressure rises.
His trousers are drenched, as well as his expensive Italian loafers. Cole barely
notices. For all his perfectionism, Cole is a pleasure-seeker just like me. He
wants what he wants, and he’s willing to pay for it.
Right now he wants to make me cum, and he doesn’t give a fuck what clothes
he ruins.
“You’ve done this before,” he growls.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Is this how you learned to cum? In the bath, spreading your legs under the
faucet?”
I press my lips together, hating how he uses sex to dig information out of me.
Hating how arousal makes me weak.
Cole brings the showerhead closer, until it’s only an inch from my pussy,
until the pounding spray is almost unbearable. He wraps the rope of my wet
hair around his hand and jerks my head back, growling in my ear, “Admit it,
you dirty girl. You were taking baths to cum, not to get clean.”
“Fuck being clean,” I snarl. “I’ll sleep in a dumpster if I feel like it.”
Cole’s chuckle is what tips me over—rich and wicked, vibrating down to my
bones. “I know you would, you little psychopath.”