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

me wild with jealousy.
I like that feeling. I’m always in competition for Mara, for her attention and
for her body.
I like competing.
I like winning even more.
Mara doesn’t give a fuck that we’re seven stories up, with only a thin pane of
glass between her and a hundred-foot drop. She’s still dancing, her body as
lithe and sinuous as a snake, rolling and swaying, hypnotizing me.
Now she turns and hops down, taking slow, sensual steps toward me, her
hands covering her breasts. She caresses those breasts, squeezes them, then
reveals their perfection to me, like opening the doors into heaven.
I’m salivating.
My cock throbs with every beat of my heart.
The chorus of the song begins to play:
Oh don’t you know, don’t you know
‘Bout the devil … he’s a gentleman
Mara gives me a naughty little glance, letting me know that she selected this
song on purpose.
I was already well aware that she modeled her painting of the devil after me.
After Shaw too—when she painted it, she wasn’t entirely sure which of us
had abducted her off the street.
She thinks I’m tempting her along the path of evil.
I disagree.
I want to help her find her true self, as she’s helping me find mine.
I don’t know if I’m becoming a better man. All I know for certain is that I’m
finding new abilities inside myself. Powers I couldn’t tap until Mara showed
me the way.