King of Wrath (Kings of Sin, #1)

by Ana Huang

But even though I’d closed the door and was sequestered on the opposite side of the house from Vivian’s room, I still smelled the faint, maddening scent of apples.

WTF DOES THAT EVEN SMELL LIKE ON A PERSON???? AT THIS POINT I THINK ANA HUANGS BEGUN TO RUN OUT OF SCENTS

I’d pulled six words out of Dante, three of which had been pass the salt. He was basically two devolutions away from being a nicely dressed mime.

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

investigate later lmao

I’d been particular about my foods touching since I was a child. I didn’t know why; the sight and texture of mixed foods just made my skin crawl.

so ocd

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.

ehem. no.

“Next time you want to mark your ‘territory,’ you might as well urinate in a circle around me,” Vivian said after Kai left. “It’ll be more subtle.” “I was not ‘marking my territory.’” The idea was absurd. I wasn’t a fucking dog. “I was saving you from Kai. Be careful around him. He’s not as gentlemanly as he appears.”

uhuh sure dude. sure.

The room jokingly dubbed the Holding Cell in my private security headquarters smelled like copper, sweat, and the thick, cloying scent of fear.

that has a smell???

I had no frame of reference for the strange fog clouding my brain, or the twinge in my chest when I looked at her. It wasn’t wrath, like with Brax. It wasn’t hatred, like with Francis. It wasn’t lust or dislike or any of the other emotions that had shaped my previous interactions with Vivian. I didn’t know what it was, but it unsettled the hell out of me.

its LOVE ya dumbass

Six days and five nights of fucking torture. I rubbed a hand over my face. It was going to be a long week.

hehe

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

HEHEHAHA

Her dating history was a string of red flags encompassing race car drivers, photographers, models, and, in one truly spectacular lapse of judgment, an aspiring poet with a Shakespeare tattoo and a penchant for spouting lines from Romeo and Juliet during sex.

BAHAHAAAA

Vivian, Happy belated new year. I thought of you at midnight but didn’t have the guts to send you this until now. Hope you’re doing well. Love, Heath. P.S. I’m here if you ever change your mind.

brother eughhhh

“Love, Heath.” Isabella wrinkled her nose. “First, he shows up in New York and coincidentally runs into you, now this. Man needs to move on. You’ve been broken up for years, and you—” “Who’s Heath?” The black velvet voice wrenched my gaze to the entrance. Charcoal suit. Broad shoulders. Expression as dark as his voice. My pulse skittered into overdrive.

ohooooo someones mad at heath barrrr

The caveman in Geico’s old commercials communicated better than him.

OMG LMFAOOO

“He’s sulking,” Isabella, Greta, and Sloane said in unison. “Trust me. I raised Dante since he was in diapers.” Greta checked on the sauce.

amazing

It was always a little colder when he wasn’t home.

eheeeeeee

“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.”

OHHH I REMEMBER THATTT

“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.

LETS GO DANTE BEAT HIS ASS

“You gave me the cold shoulder, avoided eye and verbal contact, and communicated in caveman grunts or via a third party at most. That’s the textbook definition of ignoring.”

"caveman grunts" i love her so much

“Are you talking about an affair, Vivian?”

SHUT YOUR DUMBASS UP

My heartbeat slowed. Time suspended for a brief, agonizing moment, just long enough for our breaths to intermingle. Then a groan shattered the spell, followed by a low curse. That was the only warning I got before Dante yanked me to him and crashed his mouth down on mine.

YAHHHH

I sighed. “On that note, if we’re setting new boundaries, I have a few of my own. One…” I ticked them off on my fingers. “No more scowling as your default expression. Your face is close to freezing that way, and I’d rather not wake up to the Grinch for the rest of my life.”

My head and heart waged civil war against each other and, for the first time in my life, my heart was winning.

HEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE