King of Envy (Kings of Sin, #5)

by Ana Huang

“Dante and Vivian Russo are here. Stella Alonso is here. Go network. You’re engaged now—you’ll have plenty of time for couple activities later.”

Vuk Markovic was Jordan’s old college roommate and best man. I didn’t know him well, but our previous interactions hadn’t been the warmest. In fact, I was pretty sure he despised me.

Getting Orla’s approval was a big accomplishment, but I suspected she’d be less benevolent if she found out the truth: that my engagement to her grandson was a complete and utter sham.

But the little girl was wrong. They weren’t gross; they were simply a part of him. Some people had freckles and moles; he had scars.

I knew all this already. I’d watched every interview and read every article she’d ever been mentioned in.

Because they were getting married. Because I saw her first. Because she was his when she should be mine.

My pulse fluttered at the words scratched in bold black. I don’t hate you. But I wish I did.

If you were my fiancée, I wouldn’t look at another woman. Entertainment or not.

“Kada te konačno budem poljubio, nećeš više nositi njegov prsten na ruci.”

Because she’s fucking mine. Jordan was her fiancé in name, but I was the one she’d turned to first. I was the one who understood what she needed—not comfort, but vengeance. I was the one who would kill and die for her in the same breath. No other man could match that, ring or no ring.

“Careful, srce moje.” His voice rasped against my sensitized skin. “Or you’ll fucking kill me.”

So the question was, did my loyalty to him outweigh my desire for her?

“Do you taste that, srce moje?” Vuk’s eyes burned into mine. “That’s the taste of your need for me. Not anyone else. Me.” He pushed his fingers deeper. I choked, my eyes welling with tears. “You’re mine, Ayana. I teško onom koji pokuša da mi te uzme.”

“There’s one thing you should know about me, Ayana,” he said, his breath grazing my ear. “I. Don’t. Share.”

“Jesus,” he said. “Creep much? I know you missed me, but you don’t have to watch me sleep like you’re Edward fucking Cullen.”

“Nisam sklon kompromisima, srce, ali za tebe bih pristao i na hiljadu njih.”