Twisted Devotion (Kings & Consorts, #1)

by Poppy St. John

If you’re still with me, sit the fuck down and turn that page like a good girl.

Not with each finger on my left hand inked down to the first knuckle and bold black lines carving up my neck to touch my throat.

I slammed my palm into the rough bark of the tree, sucking air through my teeth. Little lamb wasn’t so innocent. She knew. She knew I was out here.

She knew she was being watched but still she took her top off in the window? She wanted me to see.

I pumped harder, my cock a stiff rod now. Drop the towel, I thought. My breath was ragged, zeroed in on her as I fucked my hand. Drop it.

My hand slipped over my cock until I exploded, spilling my seed on her threshold, marking my territory.

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.

I wanted her and I was going to have her, it was only a matter of when.

I’d need to collar her.

I hoped it was. The thought of it watching as I touched myself sent a bolt of pure pleasure straight to my greedy cunt, making me ache with taboo desire. I threw my head back, letting out a raw cry of ecstasy as I dropped the book to the ground and rode the wave of my orgasm, more turned on than I’d ever been in my entire life.

“No, little lamb. I’m not going to kill you,” he said, his eyes roaming my face in the dark, making me feel his intentions like a fire held too close to flesh. “I’m going to keep you.”

That’s right, little lamb, you want this. You want me. You crave the touch of the monster in the dark.

If Emily returned to this place, she wouldn’t be his daughter anymore, not the one he recognized. Already her past was burning to worthless ash. I was her future.

She didn’t control me. She didn’t possess me. She belonged to me. Mine. Mine to touch. Mine to mold. Mine to break.

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.”

When I told her I wanted everything, I didn’t realize how deeply the meaning ran. I wanted her whole heart. I wanted her to love me like she would never love another person on this vile planet. When I was finished with her, I’d hand her the key to her freedom and I wanted her to drop it at my feet. I wanted her to stay.

“Yes, little lamb, I’ll order your filthy books.”