Syndicate of Sins (Toxic Paradise, #2)

by Marie Maravilla

I bit the fucking hand because it never bothered to feed me, and I’d cannibalize that fucker before ever going hungry again.

Stab one guy on staff, and suddenly no one trusts you.

Then there was the hussy in me who wanted to ask if he would speak directly into my pussy with that luscious rumble.

Once more, I found the shell of her ear. “I’ll find you, Scar.” Her back stiffened. “I see the wheels turning in that pretty little head. You can try to run…hide. But I’ll hunt you down.”

I dropped between her thighs, inhaling her intoxicating scent. Blood, sweat, and her wet fucking pussy. I craved bottling that shit up and wearing it like a cologne.

Shit, I needed music to add some ambiance to the hand fucking I was about to do.

I wanted to seat myself atop his thrown like a blasphemous goddess and make him watch as every man he commanded bowed at my feet.

I respectfully—but firmly—disagreed with anyone who felt being on your knees in front of a man was a position of weakness.

“Too bad we’ve got places to be. So put the helmet on and plaster that pussy to the back of my ass cheeks.”

“Keep your eyes away from her ass, or I’ll cut them out,”

The devil was a woman with glacial eyes that glowed under the dim light. Dangerously persuasive and violently sexual.

“We fucking love you, and we’re going to tell you every fucking day until the devil takes us, and then we’re clawing out of hell and haunting your sexy ass until you join us,”

GET YOUR TISSUES OUT, OR NOT. MAYBE YOU DON’T CRY EITHER.