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.”

STELLAAAAA

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.

She belonged by my side. And she was right there, only floors away, like the universe had dropped her in my lap on purpose to fuck with me.

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

The Valhalla Club was the most exclusive members-only society in the world.

yesss we been knowing this

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

Even if a genuine, suitable interest came along, it didn’t matter. I only wanted one person, and they weren’t her.

“My advice: don’t listen to anyone who says you have to get along with your in-laws,” Dante said. “The less you see them, the better. In-laws are assholes.” “No,” Kai corrected. “Your in-laws are assholes. Mine are lovely.” More laughter as Dante scowled at his friend.

This is so cute

you’re so cooked.”

Theyre too old to be saying this

He shoved Kai. Hard. Kai glanced down at where wet handprints marred his previously immaculate shirt. When he looked up again, his face had hardened into stone. “That,” he said, “was a mistake.”

Dante’s lip curled. “Petition to swap him out for Viv. At least she understands the difference between virtual reality and actual reality.” His wife grinned. “Not a chance. I look forward to beating you too much.” His eyes gleamed. He bent his head and whispered something that made her cheeks flush.

Im loving the cameos

Roman Davenport.

Bruh

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.

“Take off your ring.” Vuk’s harsh command was a shot of whiskey straight to my veins.

I wanted to march upstairs, grab Ayana, and claim her so thoroughly in front of every damn person in the building, there’d be no doubt left in anyone’s mind that she was mine. Only mine.

When I said I wanted her, I wanted all of her. Every smile, every tear, every sigh and moan. She consumed me, body and soul, and I refused to settle for anything less in return.

“No.” My voice was so husky it barely sounded like mine. “I want to see you.”

Awee

Every scar and every burn was a testament to the trials he’d survived so he could be here, living and breathing and looking like a god of war before he rode off to battle.

“You can take it.”

My nails clawed at him hard enough to draw blood. Instead of deterring him, it only made him more feral. His teeth closed around my nipple and tugged. Hard.

Need.

I remembered, and I felt, and I raged.

He blinked up at me, his eyes bleary. “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.”

I’d survived decades without her, but now that I had her in my life, I couldn’t imagine living in her absence.

Me and who

She was mine, and I would die before I lost her.

“Yes, you can,” I said calmly. “You can take all of it, sweetheart.”

I couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not ever.

I spat out a mouthful of blood and smiled.

Shadow. That fucking cat. I could kiss the damn thing.

I would’ve passed out if not for the dim awareness that Ayana and Shadow were still here, and I needed to help them.

Awee. He included shadow

“I told you what would happen if you went near Ayana again.” I pressed the gun against his forehead. He sobbed. The scent of urine filled the air. “But I forgot to mention another thing. Don’t touch my fucking cat.”

Strong hands grabbed me. Roman. The world was a blur as he half-dragged, half-carried me toward the exit. Roman.

“People are who they are,” she’d said. “They shouldn’t be punished for it.”

no one’s perfect.” She smiled at my small huff. “I’m in love with every part of you, Vuk Markovic, and I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while. Tonight just happened to be the night I found the courage to do so.”

I dropped my forehead to hers. “I don’t deserve you, Ayana Kidane,” I whispered. “But fuck, I love you too.”