Lords of Wrath (Royals of Forsyth University, #2)

by Angel Lawson

“This isn’t a punishment, sweetheart. We’re doing this because it’ll be best for you. But the harder you fight, the more difficult this is going to be. Settle down, and it’ll be over quick.”

“You said you’d protect me,” I cry, grasping his forearms. They’re as immoveable as steel. If I hoped my mention of last night might spark something sympathetic in him, then I’m sorely mistaken. His reply comes out harsh, forced through gritted teeth. “That’s exactly what I’m fucking doing!” That’s how I know that whatever is about to happen can’t be good. It’ll be pain and humiliation and a long night spent licking yet another wound.

The fucked up thing is, I almost understand. Tristian takes care of his things, and that’s what I am to them. A thing. A possession. A shiny trinket. A prized fucktoy. This and the occasional sugary treat are as close as Tristian probably gets to showing affection for someone.

I’m probably just stoned stupid, but I can’t help but notice how perfectly she fits into the curve of my body.

It never abates. It just gets worse. The guys call me obsessed. Addicted. Pathological. They’re probably right. Nothing this girl can give me will ever be enough. I should stop. I can’t.

“That’s our good girl,” Tristian breathes into her ear,

I want her incapacitated like this because it’s the only time she can’t reject me. She can’t pick someone else over me. Not Tristian or Rath. Not the sugar daddies. Not my father. Only me.

These three have completely ruined me.

That hint of a sparkle in his eyes at the way she looks at him? Killer Payne’s got it bad.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

But if there’s one person in the cab of the truck who owns the other, it’s her. I belong to Story Austin. And I’m pretty sure I always have.

His dark eyes fix on mine, but I’m not sure they’re connecting. Not until he murmurs, “God, I love you.”

My eyes track their casual retreat from the room, and I want to call them back, to tell them they can’t just leave me here, all used up and bloodied. But I don’t.