Fate of a Royal (Lords of Rathe, #1)

by Meagan Brandy

Her body slowly turns to get away from whomever she’s with, when suddenly she stops, her head snapping in this direction until her line-of-sight locks with mine. Instantly, my muscles ripple, clenching and flexing and stretching. Fucking straining. She can’t see me. There’s no fucking way.

Watch out, Little London, ’cause I’m coming for you, and if you’re a good girl, I might let you come for me too.

“What if I said I have always wanted to play with the devil, if only to see how bad it would burn?” “Then I would say you’re pretty fucking close to getting what you wished for. Now shut the fuck up and take this dick like you were made to.”