There Is No Devil (Sinners, #2)

by Sophie Lark

“I want all of you. Every single part of you. I want to know everything about you: all your history, and every thought that comes into your head. Every desire, no matter how dark or how perverse. Every fantasy, no matter how impossible it may seem. And most of all, Mara, I want to occupy your thoughts like you occupy mine. I want you obsessed with me, bound to me, dependent on me. I want you to live for me, not just with me.”

The man who never cared about anyone is fixated on the girl nobody gave a shit about. In some twisted way, we’re made for each other.

My cock springs out, almost slapping her in the face. Mara jumps and lets out a peal of delighted laughter. When she’s happy, she laughs so easily. Each throaty note runs down my spine like a scale.

I’ll admit, it’s not just to protect you. I have to be around you. I’m addicted to you. You fuel me, you light me up inside. Just knowing you’re in the house enlivens me. I can’t go back to the way I was before. I’m afraid of it.”

I need the sadist in Cole. I need the psychopath.

I look up into his face and I see the naked Cole, that real, true creature. The devil himself. Eyes as black as pits, always burning. Face as beautiful as sin. Mouth forever hungry, swallowing me whole.

“Fucking hell,” Cole breathes. “You’re a goddess.”

“What does it feel like?” “It feels like I’ll do anything for you. Jump off a bridge for you, turn myself inside out for you. It feels like madness, and I never want it to end.” Cole considers this, his dark eyes roaming over my face. “Then I must be in love,” he says. “Because that’s what I feel, too.”

My cock is raging, so congested with blood that the veins bulge and the pale flesh flushes with angry color.

“Eat my pussy, Daddy … send me into outer space …”

“Why am I your daddy?” She sighs, her head turning slowly from side to side like the bed is a boat rocking her across the water. “Because …” she says softly. “Because you take care of me. You protect me. You do everything for me …” “Yes, I do.” “You always know what to do … you always know what’s best.” I suck gently on her clit, smiling to myself. “Keep that in mind,” I say. Mara doesn’t respond. She’s already drifting away.

I don’t want to be another fucked-up girl with daddy issues. But god, it’s nice to have a daddy.

We’re wrapped together, twisted up. Not one snake but two, the black and the white. We are the same. And I like what we are.

“I used to love working,” he says, grabbing a handful of my ass, not giving a fuck if York is still watching. “Now I’m distracted by more interesting things …”