Lessons in Corruption (The Fallen Men, #1)

by Giana Darling

“Yeah, babe. You’re too hot for such a shit car.” Before I could get annoyed again, he chuckled and dipped down to speak just beside my ear. “Look good on the back of my bike though.”

“You’re tenacious, I’ll give you that.” “You should give me a lot more, but I’m willing to earn it. Just need the chance.”

“I got a lotta sweet to give if you promise to look at me like that every time I give it.”

“Then you know, you find something this sweet, you get it on lockdown. So, if you’re done being an asshole, leave me to doing that, yeah?”

“Just claimed ya, Teach. Hope to fuck my son knows what he’s doin’.”

“Mornin’, Queen, enjoying the view?” he asked in a sleep-roughened voice. I blushed but tried to shrug casually. “If I’m going to hell, I might as well enjoy the view.”

“No God in this bedroom, Cress. Call me what I am: your King,” he growled, rearing up to catch a fistful of my hair and jerk my head back.

“Shut up, lock the door, and come here. Detention is in session.”