Twisted Devotion (Kings & Consorts, #1)

by Poppy St. John

Not that I personally wanted a guy to fuck me with a knife to my throat. Not really. But, I mean, maybe it depended on the guy. If he was like this dude I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me. No questions asked.

Wrong again. This was the part where he should’ve put his hand over my mouth, held me down over the counter, and smacked my ass so hard it would hurt to sit tomorrow. After that, he’d finger me right to the edge, then refuse to let me come as payback for being such a little brat.

“Ruarc?”

Literally how tf do you say thisssss ugh

Confusion sparked into an indignant fury at his measured calm. This devil took me from my home. Held me down. Suffocated me.

And now he wanted to ask me how I liked my fucking quarters?

What was I doing? I couldn’t even die properly.

I came on his gun like some twisted whore with a death wish.

Your daughter’s fine.” …couldn’t say the same for her pussy, but that was another matter.

“Oh fuck,” Tessa said on an exhale. “You fell for your fucking stalker?”

I’ll have her tonight. One last time. A lie. And not even a good one.

“Is the oven preheated?”