King of Wrath (Kings of Sin, #1)

by Ana Huang

Vivian’s laugh evoked a strange sensation in my chest. Heartburn? Investigate later.

“I hate the idea of you touching anyone else, or anyone else touching you. I hate that other people can make you laugh in a way I can’t. I hate how I feel around you, like you’re the only person that can make me lose control when I. Don’t. Lose. Control.”

“You can’t see the stars in New York,” Dante said. “So I brought the stars to you.”