Twisted Devotion (Kings & Consorts, #1)

by Poppy St. John

Nobody touched what belonged to me. Not unless they paid the fee and bent the knee.

The thought of having her in here, showing her my kingdom, was intoxicating, and also… revolting.

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.

“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.”

I would make her submit to me in ways she didn’t even think were possible. I’d give her the sweetest pain. The greatest pleasure. I’d break her and spend each day laying her shattered pieces back into place, shaping something new. Something made for me.

“Fuck yourself on my Glock, Emily.”