Tempting Devil (Sinners and Saints, #2)

by Veronica Eden

Pretty to look at, but its toxic poison will end you with a taste.

How can I pick between my nightmare and the devil that torments me?

I'll be her own personal nightmare and her salvation all at once.

If anything, I’m the fucking villain, the thing that lurks in the shadows of nightmares.

Blair is an uncontrollable flame that I want to touch whether it burns me or not as I tame it under my control.

Whenever I’m around her, I feel alive. For a short while, I can forget about my demons.

“I’m in control of your sins now, my demonic angel.”

“Because.” His voice is hard next to my ear. “I want to make you squirm for me.”

I want to protect her, because only I get to make her cry.

Beautiful and mine. Mine to protect. Mine to care for. Mine.

The taste isn’t enough. I’m an addict, desperate for my drug of choice.

People are your home, not the places you live.

“You’re mine and I decide when I’m done.”

Devlin’s kiss is like a black hole. It swallows me up, and I’m diving in head first, desperate for more.

She’s in my head, my dreams, my fucking veins. And she won’t get out.

“You look so good on your knees with that pretty little mouth on me.”

Two broken souls finding solace and salvation in the depths of each other’s darkness.

want you,” he murmurs into my skin. “All of you. I want to keep you for myself and let no one else in our bubble.”

I feel safe, loved, and at peace laying my head on Devlin’s shoulder while he combs his fingers through my hair. I feel…home.

“Give me your screams, little demon.”

“I’d chase you anywhere, Blair. I don’t exist without you.”

“Because her daughter is my girlfriend and her mom is her whole fucking world—something you’d never understand! This is the girl I love. She’s my family. My universe. I’ll do everything to protect and care for her.

His heart is my home. I never want to leave it again.

“You’re my shooting star. My wishes come true when I’m with you.” He turns his face, grazing his mouth over my neck. “My heart belongs to you.”

Fused together, we make a more beautiful work of art with proof of everything we’ve been through.

“My shooting star. You’re better than a wish.”