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

taste …”
I think he turned down the path next to mine. I hear his voice moving off at
an angle. But just as quickly, he turns and strides back again.
“You might even like it. Some girls do … at least to start … Your roommate
Erin certainly enjoyed herself …”
He’s walking down my aisle now, I’m sure of it. Drawing closer and closer
…
“The first time we fucked she was bouncing and squealing so loud it echoed
up the staircase … Half the party must have heard her. The second time …
well, the second time I wasn’t as nice …”
He’s walking right past me. The opening in the wall sits at an angle. I’ve
wedged myself into the furthest corner of the alcove, out of view.
I see a slice of Shaw’s broad back as he passes by. I see the carefully combed
waves of his sandy-colored hair, and the high collar of his tuxedo jacket. In
between, the nape of his neck … thick and muscular, but unprotected …
I clench tight to the knife, slipping out of my hiding place. Stepping behind
him, smooth and silent as his own shadow …
“I bit her nipple off and swallowed it whole,” Shaw chuckles.
Gripping the handle of the knife overhand, I stab the blade toward the base of
his neck, planning to bury it in his spine.
Maybe it’s the motion that gives me away, or some whispering sound.
Shaw whirls around. The knife embeds in the back of his shoulder,
wrenching it out of my hand. Shaw’s bear-like arm swings around, clouting
me in the side of the head, sending me flying into the glass wall opposite us.
“You fuckin’ BITCH!” he howls, clamping his hand over his shoulder. He’s
trying to reach behind him, trying to grip the knife. His arms are too thick—
his fingertips graze the handle, but he can’t pull it out.
He rounds on me, face flushed with fury. Genuinely outraged that I dared to
fight back.