King of Wrath (Kings of Sin, #1)

by Ana Huang

“no one actually cares about the piping plovers. I mean, I’m sad they’re endangered, but let’s be honest. The people are here for the scene only.”

I hate rich people

“Every day, I learn about a new endangered animal,”

BECAUSE OF YOU PEOPLE

Like I was the one who’d showed up uninvited at her party wearing an outfit that could send a man to his fucking knees.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Caviar tastes awful with human hearts.” Vivian’s laugh evoked a strange sensation in my chest. Heartburn? Investigate later.

“Two-dollar milkshakes? I would’ve been a dentist’s nightmare,” Vivian joked. “Mine wasn’t my biggest fan either.”

“Plus, during meals, you’re anal about your foods not touching. You put the meat on the upper left side of your plate, vegetables on the upper right, and carbs and grains on the bottom. You did it at my parents’ house and on my first night at your place, before you left for Europe.”

We’re going to Bali, for fuck’s sake. Everyone wants to go to Bali.” “That’s not the point. We should be consulting each other on this type of stuff. You’re my fiancé, not my boss. You can’t just tell me to jump and expect me to jump.”

When I returned home, I found a check waiting on my bedside table for exactly one hundred thousand dollars.

Period bitch

Christian

MY HUSBAND

What the fuck? A rush of irritation ran down my spine. “Who, exactly, is on your dream list of people to marry?”

“How long is the list?” It didn’t matter that I was forced into the engagement. My fiancée shouldn’t have a list of other men she’d rather marry. Period.

“You look…” He paused, an unidentifiable emotion passing over his face. “Nice.”

she was smiling and laughing like he was an award-winning comedian when I knew for a fact he wasn’t that damn funny.

“There’s an entire astronomy section on the second level.” I leaned my shoulder against the wall and tucked a hand in my pocket, watching her examine an oil painting of Venice. “Coincidentally, it’s right next to the mythology section.” “Yes,” she murmured, sounding distracted. “Kai mentioned it.” Annoyance flared, sudden and incomprehensible, in my chest. “Did he? What else did you talk about?”

“You forget.” I pressed my fingers against her nape, forcing her to look up at me. “You’re my fiancée. Not Kai’s. Not anyone else’s. I don’t give a fuck how handsome they are or what type of accent they have. You’re mine, and no one…” I dipped my head, my lips brushing hers with each word. “Touches what’s mine.”

“If you want me to stop, just say the word.”

“It says you’re mine. Puoi negarlo quanto vuoi, ma è la verità.”

“The one who held Vivian at gunpoint? Leave him for me.”

I want him

“The first hour was for trying to rob one of my stores. The second…” I held out my hand. Giulio placed something cold and heavy in my palm, his face impassive. “Is for threatening my wife.”

“How does he look at me?” Janis smiled. “Like he never wants to look away.”

“Trust me,” I said quietly. “Of all the things you do to me, putting me to sleep isn’t one of them.”

“Please eat out this pretty little cunt of yours?” I taunted, my voice soft but the words rough. “Tongue fuck you until you beg me to let you come? You have such a smart mouth, mia cara. Use it.”

“Or I’ll place every candlestick in this house at uneven intervals and make sure your foods touch every. Single. Meal. Greta will help me. She likes me more than you.” I took back what I said about her being endearing. She was fucking evil.

“You’re forgetting one thing.”

“My kiss.”

“I would never tease about such a serious matter,” I said solemnly. “One kiss for each of my injuries. That’s it. Would you deny a dying man his last wish?”

“Why is your ex-boyfriend sending you roses and love notes?”

“It damn well looks like one to me.” If Dante ground his teeth any harder, they’d crumble into dust. “What does he mean by change your mind?”

“Some fucker is sending you flowers, and you want to tell me it’s harmless?” He picked up the card again. “Thought of you at midnight. Hope you’re doing well. Love, Heath.” Sarcasm weighed heavy on the recitation. “It doesn’t take a genius to know what he was doing while he was thinking of you at midnight.”

He was a terrible communicator, and his hot and cold attitude made me want to tear my hair out, but underneath it all, there was someone worth waiting for.

“Heath Arnett. CEO of a cloud storage startup that’s going public at the end of this year,”

Christian swirled his drink in his glass. “Heard he sent her roses after New Year’s. Nice ones.”

My man is so MESSY

“From what I gathered, it’s a former paramour. I believe his name is Heath.”

“This personal matter…” he said as I exited into the hall. “Wouldn’t happen to be Vivian’s ex-boyfriend showing up at your house, would it?” Surprise halted my steps, followed by a cold blast of fury. I turned, my glare lasering in on Christian. “What the fuck did you do, Harper?” “I merely facilitated a reunion between your fiancée and an old friend,” he said casually. “Since you enjoyed fucking with me so much, I figured I’d return the favor. Oh, and Dante?” His smile lacked any hint of humor. “Touch Stella again, and you’ll no longer have a fiancée.” The

i love my man

“Next time you try to steal a man’s fiancée,” I said, my voice deadly calm despite the rage tunneling through me. “Don’t be stupid enough to do it in his house.” Heath whipped around. Surprise flashed through his eyes, but he didn’t get a chance to react before I hauled my arm back and slammed my fist into his face.

NOW WERE COOKING WITH PENUT OIL

“I don’t give a fuck how long you and Vivian have known each other or how long ago you dated.” Dante’s soft snarl sent ice skittering down my spine. “You don’t touch her. You don’t talk to her. You don’t even fucking think about her. If you do, I’ll break every fucking bone in your body until your own mother won’t recognize you. Understand?”

“I can do whatever I want,”

“I don’t know why I care. I just know I do, and I hate it.” Self-loathing coated his voice. “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 want to know the truth, Vivian? If I loved you as much as he claims to love you, nothing would’ve stopped me from keeping you.”

“Because you’re mine.” His teeth scored my neck. “You wear my ring. You’ve come on my face and hand. You live in my head all the fucking time, even if I don’t want you to...” His palm slid to my hip, where his fingers dug grooves into my skin. “And God, I want to punish you for driving me so damn crazy. Every. Single. Day.”

“You like this?” he taunted. “Watching me wreck your pussy while you make a mess all over my cock?”

“I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.” His voice turned harsh. “You”—thrust—”are”—thrust—”my”—thrust—”wife.”

“Look at us, mia cara.”

In all my years as CEO, I’ve only cut a work trip short twice, Vivian, and both those instances were because of you.” A wry twist of his lips. “So no, it’s not just fucking business anymore.”

“This is your room.”

“And if people stopped pissing me off, I wouldn’t scowl so much.”

There’d been a moment yesterday when I thought I might lose her. The prospect had unlocked a level of fear I hadn’t experienced since I was five, when I’d watched my parents walk away, thinking I’d never see them again. That they’d vanish into the ether, leaving me with my terrifyingly stern-faced grandfather and a mansion too large to fill.

“The IPO we were talking about,” I said when Christian picked up. I didn’t bother with a greeting. “Kill it.”

“Fuck, baby.” His groan curled low in my stomach. “That feels so good.”

“Should I make you clean it up, hmm? Have you lick your own cum off the seat while I fuck you from behind?”