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

My heart rate spikes as a gallon of adrenaline dumps into my bloodstream. I
have to bite down hard on the inside of my cheek to keep control of myself.
“You kinky little fuck.”
I hand her the small pink pills and a bottle of water stamped with the hotel’s
logo. Mara tosses down the pills, chugging half the water as well.
“Perfect.” She grins.
She’s full of rowdy energy, amped up with nerves and excitement. She
pushes me back on the bed, saying, “Sit there.”
I lean back against the pillows, waiting to see what this wild little thing has in
mind.
Mara is the only person on this planet from whom I occasionally take orders,
purely out of curiosity. No matter how much time I spend with her, I still
can’t predict exactly what she’ll do next. That’s why she’s endlessly
fascinating to me. She doesn’t fall into routine. She doesn’t pick the obvious
choice. And she sure as fuck doesn’t behave herself.
Mara takes my Bluetooth speaker out of her suitcase, the one that usually
resides in the bathroom. She sets it up on the dresser, streaming music from
her phone.
The Devil is a Gentleman – Merci Raines
Spotify → geni.us/no-devil-spotify
Apple Music → geni.us/no-devil-apple
The beat flows into the room, mysterious and sultry, with a hint of
playfulness. As soon as she hears it, she closes her eyes and starts swaying,
shoulders first, then hips. She knows how to move. In fact, she has to move.
She can’t hear music without it taking over her body.
I liked music well enough, but I never understood its full power until I met
Mara. She unerringly selects songs with an irresistible beat and an
overpowering mood. She finds the songs that tickle your brain, that fire up
the neurons until you can almost see the notes sparking in the air around you.