Lords of Pain (Royals of Forsyth University, #1)

by Angel Lawson

needing something means giving in to someone else’s power.

“So she’s agreeable?” Killian scoffs. “A little too agreeable.” “She wants something,” Rath guesses. “Wrong,” I say, slipping my phone into my pocket. “She needs something.

He’s a cold-hearted sociopath. He wants to hurt me, humiliate me, control me. Whatever he feels, it’s more about him feeling powerful than it is about me.

that’s part of the thrill, making a girl shake apart under my hands, my tongue, my dick. The way she’ll look at me after, half affronted, half awestruck. It’s easy to give a girl a bad fuck. Giving her a good one is the better challenge.

Trying to have a civil conversation with one of the Lords is like stabbing yourself in the eye. Clearly they aren’t capable of that or any other functional emotion except anger and hostility. If I’m going to survive being their Lady, I’m going to remember not to let my guard down. Ever.

It doesn’t matter that I saved her. Everyone thinks I’m the bad guy. And the worst part is, I’m pretty sure they’re right.