Kingdom of the Cursed (Kingdom of the Wicked, #2)

by Kerri Maniscalco

We might be in Hell, but he felt like Heaven.

“That wasn’t real… any of it?” “One thing I can promise,” his voice was deep and sensual in the dark, “is you won’t ever doubt it’s real when I touch you.”

“Have I ever told you your anger is like my own personal aphrodisiac?”

“You may destroy me yet.” “Sooner rather than later if you don’t stop talking and kiss me again.” “Demanding, angelic creature.”

If the Prince of Wrath’s anger was a glacier, mine was a raging inferno. And it would not burn out quickly.