Throne of Vengeance (Throne Duet, #2)

by Rina Kent

It’s a painful sensation. To have your heart rise from the ashes, but the person behind that change not be present to witness it.

Her scent used to give me calm, but it’s now filling me with terrifying dread.

Unlike what people think, death isn’t rotten; it can be as clean as a hospital smell.

unlike what they think, I never wanted to rule over them or snatch the throne with ruthless hands as they do. The only thing I ever wanted was to be recognized for what I have to offer, regardless of whether or not I have a penis between my legs.

But not everything visible is beautiful. After all, the devil looks his best when luring in his victims.

I might not be your type, but you’re mine.”

I’ve heard stories about the black widow spider who kills her mate after mating, and I always found it fascinating how she followed her instinct, even if it meant killing her own husband. I guess we’re the same that way.

“I didn’t know we were close enough to play kinky games, Vladimir. Before we start, my safe word is Let me go.”

Our marriage started by blood, and with blood it will end.

Ah. This must be what it means to have a broken heart. The most daunting part is, I don’t think this feeling will ever go away.

“If you’re a boy, don’t you dare mistreat women. If you’re a girl, don’t you dare let men mistreat you just because you don’t have balls.”