Lessons in Corruption (The Fallen Men, #1)

by Giana Darling

“A secret in her smile Tucked in a rosy furl I want to pull it out with my teeth Soothe the paper cut with my tongue Dip in the well of her blood and write My own secret on her lips So that every time she talks Every lick of those lips And drag of breath through her mouth She feels me Her tongue scrapes the scar of my secret on the inside of her pout And she can’t deny the truth of it Of me Of us I’ve branded her with it She’s mine.”

“And I’m not askin’ you to do that because you’re a fuckin’ hot lay. I’m askin’ you to risk everythin’ to be my partner, to stand by my side and rule The Fallen men of Entrance, to lie, cheat, and steal, to breathe my fuckin’ breath, take my kisses and my cock and reign with me. Be the Iron Queen to my Fallen King.”

“Because I love you,” he growled. “Because I fuckin’ love you enough to tear the world apart if it wrongs you, if it causes even a minute of misery for my girl with the whiskey eyes. Never felt this way about anythin’ and I don’t want to ever again.”