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

by Angel Lawson

I’m not stupid. Last night, I fucked her like she was someone worth savoring. I fucked her like I wanted it so intensely, I didn’t even care if she realized it. I fucked her like I was getting a prize. All of that was true. Now she needs to understand what that means. Her virginity might be off the table, but she’s still under our rule—under my rule—and now that I’ve gotten a taste for her, I’m not letting go.

Killian might be a monster, but he’s never worn a mask to conceal it. Tristian might be a creep, but he’s never dressed it up in pretty lies. Rath is the kind of evil that infects you. He gets inside your blood and hides there, wounding you in places that won’t become apparent until he’s done with you. He’s an internal catastrophe you don’t see coming.

Tell me? Are you still a virgin? I hope that by being at the all-girls school, you’re able to stay pure. I want to be the one that claims you. Now that I know where you are, I’ll be waiting and watching for my opportunity. I can be patient, for a bit...

“Something happened. Something changed.”

I might be theirs, but in some deep, fundamental way, they also feel like mine. Mine to know. Mine to injure. Mine to beat.

Pressing my palm to her back, I inhale the scent of her hair. Softly, I answer, “I’d fucking kill them.” She nuzzles her cheek into my shoulder. “Okay.” Okay. It gives me an uneasy feeling, like I’ve just signed a contract I don’t know the terms to. It’s just so hard to care when she’s falling asleep against me, not flinching away at my touch.

“People chip their pets because they’re important to them. Because they’re precious. Because they care for them.”

“Use me, Lady.”

I close my eyes and think of the baby grand I want, and what Story might look like bent over the top, cock buried deep inside her cunt, crying out my name.

“If tit-for-tat’s what you’re looking for, then we can settle this right now. I pay my debts.”

“I would have made you come on my dick,” I tell her, enjoying the way my fingers look against her rosy cunt. “Then, when you were all loose and sloppy-wet for me, I would have rolled us over and fucked you right.” She shudders when I pinch her nipple. “I wouldn’t have torn you up. But I would have made sure you felt me the next day.”

Jesus fuck, how long had I been thinking about taking her virginity?

“Cherry,”

“I will nail you right here in front of everyone. Flip you over, bend you in half, and drill that pussy like I’m looking for oil. Is that what you want?”

“No, sir.”

You think I’m not watching? Waiting? Keeping an eye on you? I’ve done it for years, and I’m not stopping now just because the parameters have changed. Before, I thought you were a whore. Now I know you are. Tell me, Sweet Cherry, do you feel anything at all for them? You must not, if you insist on provoking me like this, but nothing about your romp with Mr. Mercer seemed under duress. If anything, you looked just like I expected. One more whore spreading her legs. I guess he did deserve it after buying you that car. He must seem like quite the score to you. I’ll remember that when I kill him.

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.

When the blood bubbles up around the glass, dark and wet, everything seems very clear. This is how I free myself. Once and for all.

wonder who made that square in her quilt. I wonder if it was me.

I’m sorry. It had to be done. I’m sorry.

The hard truth is that Tristian probably loves her. The harder truth is that maybe we all do.