Throne of Vengeance (Throne Duet, #2)

by Rina Kent

This is about vengeance. Justice. Life for life and blood for blood is the only philosophy I believe in.

The thought that I won’t be able to smell her again makes my entire body fucking cold.

“Hey, Princess. Are you okay? Talk to me.” Her pale lips twist and she murmurs the words that cut me in half, “Who are you?”

“Ruslan…” she calls. “S-stay.” “Yes, miss.” Why the fuck is she calling for him but not me? Even Katia appears taken aback, but she steps outside with me.

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

“What if I need space?” “I don’t believe in space. That’s a word invented by losers who couldn’t figure out their own minds.”

Kyle has always had a distinctive taste and smell, but right now it feels like a mixture of longing, despair, and something else.

I clear my throat. “I’m up here.” He doesn’t break eye contact. “You’re also down there.” Jerk.

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.

“Stop being jealous, you idiot.” She leans over and brushes her lips to mine, softly, carefully, away from my cut. “None of them is my husband.” None of them is her husband. Those words stab me straight in the bones. When she attempts to pull away, I grab her by the throat and deepen the kiss. Time to fuck her on the counter as I originally planned.

“Something the matter? Something the fucking matter? I was on the pill. I shouldn’t be pregnant.” Kyle keeps his cool. “I’ve heard it’s only ninety-nine percent effective.” “Or zero if you switched them out.” “Possibly.” “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“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.”

“I love you, Kyle. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I’ve known you, but I never had the courage to admit it to you or to myself.”

“Fuck, Princess,” he says breathily. “I think I’ve loved you ever since the first time I met you.” “You have?” He nods. “But I was a coward.” “We both were.”