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.”

“You threaten everything I thought I knew, and everything I believed.”

“At first it was against my will,” I tell her. “But now I’m all in. I have to have you. Even if it blows up my life.”

She’s out of her fucking mind, and so am I. Our madness aligns in all the right ways.

“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.”

“Give me a little credit,” he scoffs. “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. And when I saw you, Mara … I thought, this girl is really fucking good. 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.”

Cole grabs a handful of the breast in question, sneaking his hand down the front of my top faster than I can smack him away. “I’m gonna feed you so much fucking cheese,” he teases me. I can’t stop laughing. “Please, no. I’ll be four hundred pounds.” “I want to drown in your breasts. What a way to die.”