Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

I gasped out a laugh as he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder with the ease of someone picking up a rag doll. “You can’t! No one sits on the throne except the monarch.” Rhys set me down on the gold and velvet chair. “It’s going to be yours one day. Might as well get used to it,” he said. “How does it feel?”

“Keep your underwear, gloves, and heels on,” he said, still in that deceptively soft tone. “And crawl to me.”