“Does the idea of me killing that guy get you hot or something?” I chuckle and I don’t miss how her thighs press together at the low, dirty sound. “Don’t ask stupid questions, Pet.” I take her hand, the one still clasped in mine, and drag it over my dick. Her eyes widen. “This is so wrong,” she whispers, but she doesn’t try to move her hand. “But that only makes you want it more, doesn’t it? You’re a perfect creation designed to walk by the devil’s side—by my side. To ride my cock until you’re screaming my name so loudly, there won’t be a demon who walks this earth that doesn’t know you’re
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