Rule of the Aurora King (Artefacts of Ouranos, #2)

by Nisha J. Tuli

It’s addictive. The way she hates me. The way she burns with that fire that glows so white hot, I ache whenever she looks at me. Like she’s always just on the edge of erupting and blowing my entire life to pieces.

“If you two could stop flirting, maybe we can get on with it? You’ll argue and bicker in your fucked up little version of foreplay and then you’ll agree, Lor. This is the only way.”

Gods, when she scolds me like that, I want to kiss her. Partly to shut her up, but mostly to feel those lips against mine and bask in that savage anger as I tear off her clothes and fuck her so hard she sees stars.