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271 pages, Paperback
First published December 6, 2014
“All I wanted was sex. Just a little freaky sex, every now and then. When the fuck did it get so complicated?” he grumbled.”
“Make me, baby girl,” he taunted.”
“Jesus, Jameson, are you always fully erect?” she chuckled. He smiled.”



“All I wanted was sex. Just a little freaky sex, every now and then. When the fuck did it get so complicated?” he grumbled.
“When you met your match, sir.”








There aren't enough men in the world to fuck Jameson Kane out of my memory.After the incident in Separation, Tatum feels betrayed and more importantly, angry. She has a new goal and it's to destroy the lives of those who hurt her. The devil, the man who is supposed to be her best friend, and the one responsible for ruining her life. You give Tatum hell? She'll give it back, twice as bad. She's sick of being the one being pushed around and ready for her own happy ending--after she becomes someone worse than the devil himself.
Didn't matter how many dicks a girl sucked, she was still good if she always said please and thank you. No more. She was over it. Over being so goddamn nice all the time. Jameson was the devil. Ang was disrespectful. Ellie was a bitch. When did it get to be Tatum's turn?

"I do not like this, Tatum. I don't want to do this."That's also the problem; her happy ever after doesn't seem to include Jameson no matter what she does. Even if he still affects her after all these years, even if she still belongs to him, deep down, a happy ending with Jameson seemed close to impossible.
"But you will, for me."
"For you."
It felt like he was interfering with the rhythm of her heart. Like that's anything new. Remember the first time you saw him? Heart attack.



"Fuck you, I should make you pray to my dick. That fucking mouth. Fuck."

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"Tatum Elliot O'Shea, sometimes I think you are the stupidest goddamn person I have ever met. Sometimes I think you're crazy. Sometimes I think I hate you. Sometimes I think you're a psychotic bitch, sent from hell to drag me back. But always, ALWAYS, I think you are the best thing that has ever happened to me."












There aren't enough men in the world to fuck Jameson Kane out of my memory






She would never be rid of him. He had branded himself onto her soul. Like it or not, he was a part of her, and she was a part of him.
If he doesn't want you fucking anyone else, that means he's jealous. And if he's jealous, that means he cares. And if he cares, then maybe he really never lied. And if he never lied, then you don't have to ruin everything. And if you don't have to ruin everything, then maybe you can admit out loud that you have most definitely, certainly, positively, absolutely, irrevocably sold your soul to Satan.
“... I created you, you came from me. If I didn't exist, you wouldn't fucking exist,” he snapped. Realization suddenly dawned behind her eyelids.
Not Satan. Not Lillith. Eve was created from Adam's rib. We're part of each other. That's why I can't get away. That's why he can't get away. I'm not his subject, he's not my lord and master. We're the same.

This time, when I come on your tits, you're going to sleep in it.”
“God, you're filthy.”
“You love it.”
“I know.”

“Of course you fucking couldn't. I own this pussy, you stupid cunt. You thought you could use it without my permission? Wrong,” he informed her.
“I know, I know,” she breathed.
“I made this pussy. It has belonged to me for the last seven years,” he whispered, letting go of her leg and leaning down on top of her.
“Yes, yes,” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut tight. She felt him press his forehead against her temple, his teeth bared against her cheek.
“Mine,” he growled.
“Yours,” she agreed.
“Stupid fucking whore, doesn't even know who she belongs to. Slut. Cunt. You said you wished I didn't exist. Fuck you,”
“Please. You haven't given me my chance, and I was here first. You want all these things, let me try to give them to you. You said you wanted a prince – I'm as close as you can get,” he told her.
“I said I wanted Prince Charming; you're the Prince of Darkness.”
“Still a prince, baby girl.”

“Fuck me, Mr. Kane,” she begged, biting back a laugh.
“And why should I do that? You have been a very, very bad girl,” he told her, pulling her shorts away from her hips.
“Then you should fuck me very, very hard,” she suggested. He leaned foward, pressing his weight against her.

“I want you to say it again,” she breathed, leaning forward and kissing his jaw. His ear. His shoulder.
“Hmmm, can't have you getting accustomed to such things. You have to work for praise, baby girl,” he teased.
“Please,” she pleaded.
“Begging again. I'm on a roll today.”
“Please.”
“I don't know. I am Satan. Saying those sweet words actually burns me,” he warned her. She shook her head.
“You love to burn. You've already burned me. Do it again,” she whispered.
"Sex. She offered to have sex with me.”
“I see. Did you take her up on this offer?”
Pause.
Oh my god. I have to kill Sanders. How am I going to do this!? That stupid bitch.
“I let her kiss me.”
I think there is a shovel, in the pool house. I can bury him under the roses. He likes roses.
“Sounds nice.”
“It was very nice.”
Then I am going to fly to Arizona, and I am going to strangle her. Just a little."

”There aren’t enough men in the world to fuck Jameson Kane out of my memory.”