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.”

times. But I want it all the same. 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.

“That’s because you’re a pleasure kitten. You like anything that feels good.”

I’m a tree that grew in cruel wind, twisted and bent by it. Sex and violence, passion and intensity, are inextricably entwined for me. I can’t have one without the other. Right or wrong doesn’t come into it. I am the way life made me.

What feels safe and what will actually keep you safe from harm are quite different from one another.

“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.”

I can’t judge anyone. I’ve been a fucking mess for most of my life. A literal crazy person at times. Everyone is a mix of good and bad. Can the good cancel out the bad? I don’t know.

“Whatever else I may be, I was never a man who had to tear a woman down to shine bright beside her. If you’re not as good as me, then you’re no good at all.

I don’t want to hold you down, chop you down, diminish you in any way. I already know I found something special. Now it’s time for everyone else to see it.”

Are there any actual adults? Or just children that grew tall?