Up in Smoke (King, #8)

by T.M. Frazier

I’m a product of sin and violence. I was born with rage sizzling through my heated blood. With every crack of my knuckles, it consumes me until it is me.

“Stay strong, lass. When he gives you hell, show ‘em your horns.”

She wants all of me, so I give myself to her. All six foot three of barren soul and misguided morals.

All of the nothing I am is now hers.

She’s my victim, and I’m her tormentor. She’s my prey, and I’m the predator. She is mine to do with as I please. And what I p...

“Some people say that a good woman can tame a man. Train him. Make him less violent,” King says. He chuckles. “It ain’t true. It makes you more violent. It makes you more everything.”

I’ll burn the fucking world down for her and bask in the motherfucking flames.