Throne of Power (Throne Duet, #1)

by Rina Kent

Igor’s son, the husband I just willingly chose, is none other than the one who stabbed my heart then walked all over it. Kyle fucking Hunter.

“Violent as usual, I see.” I yank my wrist away. “Murderous, too, in case you want to try.” “You’re so cruel, Princess.”

When the hurricane hits him out of nowhere, he’ll understand why storms are named after women.

“Those who say women can’t go far in this world are afraid of what the likes of you can do. That’s why you have to be careful and smart, because your enemies are more than you can count or see.

“I will do the focusing thing later when we consummate our marriage.” “Kyle!” she hisses. “What? You’re the one who’s tempting me.” “You’ll be far from tempted when I kick you in the balls.” “Kinky—I love it.” I lower my voice. “Does this mean I get to use toys?” “Toys to choke the life out of you, maybe.” “I had other types in mind. You know, the ones that make you scream for more.”

She tastes like addiction and bad decisions, and yet I would still come back for a hit every day.

“Eye for an eye, Kyle. You know I believe in that. So next time you let a woman throw her arms around you, know I’ll find another man to throw my arms around. Fuck a woman and I’ll fuck two men—and a woman, if I’m in the mood.”

“Don’t ever, and I mean ever, repeat that. You’re my wife—know your fucking place.” “And you’re my husband,” I mutter through clenched teeth. “Know your fucking place.”

“Don’t attempt to play with my fire, Rai. The moment a man so much as looks at you, let alone touches you, I will slice his fucking throat and watch as life leaves his eyes so he knows in every last second that he shouldn’t have touched what’s mine.”

My breathing hitches at the word, no matter how much I’d like to hide my reaction. “Punish me, how?” “I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to move without thinking of me. I’ll fill your little cunt with my dick until that becomes your only thought. But first, I’ll start with this…” He slaps his hand against my wet folds. I hear the sound before the sting registers.

He leans in so his breaths tickle my skin. “If I knew you would be this compliant when stuffed with my dick, I would’ve fucked you a long time ago.”

I’m ripped to pieces from the inside out. The ferocity and wildness of my release scares the shit out of me, and I hold on to the only safe person in sight. Who also happens to be the person who detonated this explosion in the first place. The person who can break me with one wrong move, but also the person who can pick up my pieces off the floor. The person who can build me up after being torn apart by the earthquake.

That’s it. I’m going to kill him.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you.”

“You’re not allowed to leave again, asshole.”