Twisted Devotion (Kings & Consorts, #1)

by Poppy St. John

I wanted to ruin her. Ruin her so fucking fully–so completely–that I was the only man who would ever know how to put her back together again.

My jaw fell slack watching her. She was exquisite. Her body deserved worship. Men should kill and die to have her. Men had done just that.

Touching her wouldn’t be enough. I wanted to possess her. Wanted to twist her into something that could fit against my broken parts. I didn’t just want her body. I wanted her heart. Her fucking soul. “I want it all.”

“Fear is your red lipstick, little lamb, though it suits you more than that shade ever could.”

“I know you said it couldn’t work out between you and your mystery guy, but stories like yours deserve a better ending.”