My Dark Desire (Dark Prince Road, #2)

by L.J. Shen

He cruised through life without being interrupted by pretending to be an idiot. Which was the most genius thing one could do.

This man’s brand of fucked up made Michael Myers resemble a Teletubby. A psychology thesis could be written on how well he managed to hide it with ethereal looks and flawless manners.

“I will say this once, and I will say it nicely—never, ever, under any circumstances, look, touch, talk, or breathe in this woman’s direction. Am I understood?”

“I always get what I want.” I darted my tongue out, swiping it over my lower lip. “And I want you like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.”

“Sweetheart, I’ve been ready since you sat at that Go table in a flimsy nightgown and tried to pretend you belonged.”

“You’re always beautiful, Farrow Ballantine, but you are especially beautiful when you’re at my mercy.”

“For my next act…” I grabbed her hand and helped her up. “I’m going to burn down the world for you.”