I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC, #3)

by C.M. Stunich

“So what else can you take from me, Gidge?” Crown continues, stalking over to the helmet and picking it back up. He moves over to me and very carefully places it over my head. “All of it. Take it all. Because the only time I like who I am, is when I’m with you.”

I will treat you like a treasure whether you like it or not.”

“I’m addicted to making girls come,” he whispers against my ear, and I almost laugh. Because, like, what a line. It’s a good one, I’ll admit, but it’s a line, nonetheless.

I’m like … the princess and the pea, but instead of being some spoiled bitch who should probably see a sleep specialist and also reassess her disturbing rage toward errant legumes, I feel every small moment like a knife to the back.

Crown and I are king and queen. Beast and I are husband and wife. Grainger and I are partners in crime. Sin and I are fated mates.

“Life is never ruined. It just shifts. If you learn to follow the wind, you don’t have to fight against every storm.”