Bride to the Fiend Prince (Dark Rulers, #1)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

A loud moan broke from him, and I jumped, startled out of my admiring reverie. “Gods! Are you hurt?”

“Oh no, Princess—I was a consummate actor. I deserve an award. You, on the other hand, sounded like a sick goat being skewered up the ass.”

I glimpsed our reflection in its lake-smooth surface—a figure in a ghost-white gown, dancing with a skeletal black-clad wraith.

“You think you’ve won, little wife. Wait until we return to my rooms. You will be thoroughly punished for your insolence toward me tonight.”

Though you have invaded nations, I suspect it’s not in your nature to invade women in that way, no matter how great the temptation.”

I’ve always gotten distracted or fallen asleep before I got much pleasure from it.”

“Be quick then, or I may have to piss into the fireplace.”