Fated Throne (Zodiac Academy, #6)

by Caroline Peckham

The pain of my separation from Roxy cut me open and made me bleed with every day that passed.

I’d sooner burn my own heart from my chest than put her in harm’s way.

I missed her quick tongue and insults; I wanted her calling me out on having a gold plated bed and a fucking jacuzzi tub. Hell, I’d take her hating me over this...nothing creature that stood in her place.

She was becoming the queen she was always meant to be. It was just hard to accept that I was never going to be her king.

I hated being tactile with anyone. Anyone except Darcy. Alright, and Darius. Apparently, I only liked the D.

“We’re all at least a little fucked up, Tory,” he said roughly. “But the people who love us don’t give a shit about that. Better still – they love us even more for it.”

I wish I could hate you, but I feel something far worse than that. A love that won’t die for the man who broke me.

The lips that had cursed me, caressed me, kissed me, and taunted me. The ones that had always spoken her mind no matter whether she knew they’d get her into trouble or not.

It really shouldn’t have gotten me so turned on to have a girl insulting me, but I’d take Roxy Vega calling me every name under the sun over having a million compliments from anyone else.

“I already knew how well you could ride from the time you climbed into my lap on the throne,”

omg i need him so bad

“There is only her.”

“You’d love being dominated by me, Roxy,” he promised. “I’d pin you down and make you scream so good you’d forget all about trying to stop me as I marked you as mine so thoroughly that you’d never doubt that it was true ever again.”

I’d been like the moon without the light of the sun without her all this time. Cold and pale and void of life. But she lit me up and made me burn. And I never wanted to stop burning with her.

“I can’t be without you anymore, Roxy. It’s killing me. It’s going to kill me,”

There isn’t anything soft or sweet or easy about us. It’s wild and unpredictable. It hurts more than any pain I’ve ever felt and consumes me more completely than anything I ever could have predicted.

You make my heart race with all the best kinds of fear and my gut clench with the angriest butterflies I’ve ever known.

She was breath taking to the point of pain and looking at her felt like there was a knife carving right through my heart because she would always be mine and could never be mine.

Death would have to try and rip her from my arms itself if it wanted her, and even then, I would not let go.

It wasn’t enough time. But no amount of days, months or years with her would ever be enough.

In the end there was only her for me. I’d inked it onto my skin, and it was branded on my heart. She owned me entirely and I was never going to make any other choice.