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Cade gawked at the sight of Blackwell’s tall frame, but his expression quickly soured as he spat, “Incredible, even Demons have whores—” Blackwell grabbed Cade’s wrist and twisted his arm until he screeched in agony. “Incredible,” Blackwell echoed. “The audacity of men worth less than dirt.”
His grin could have blinded the stars.
She buried her face into the crook of his throat. “You came.” “You called,” he answered.
She had always adored the way he spoke her name. Like a wicked prayer.
All the people who only do good deeds because of what that might gain them in the afterlife are no better than those who indulge in a little sin every once in a while.”
“If there were ever a divine entity I’d worship,” he murmured, “it’d be you.” “My body, your altar,” she offered.
He bit at her bottom lip with affection. “You’re a menace.” “Only to you.” She grinned, smug.
