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

by Angel Lawson

The prize of my virginity was something I leveraged to protect myself, but I knew that would run out, and I’d have to give it to someone. Who better than the man I hated most?

It’s going to take more than another man’s name on my lips to even this score.

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 ...

The last thing I’ll openly admit is that fucking my stepbrother wasn’t the worst thing that’s happened to me.

Unlike the other two, Killian has never made a public display with me. Never. Today, he reaches down to cup his wide palm on my ass, leading me toward the campus.

I’ll have to carve out my own plan. These three aren’t the only ones who can play games.

“Since you’ve been really good to me the last few days and let me tag along, I thought maybe I could…express my appreciation.”

Now, she’s mine, and it doesn’t matter that she doesn’t want me back. Now, I’ve won.

This was always the way it was meant to be. Killian, Tristian, Rath, Ted…they all deserve whatever fate awaits them.

“in the last week, I’ve been kidnapped, lost my virginity to my stepbrother, set fire to a hundred-and-fifty-thousand-dollar car, had a fucking tracker implanted underneath my skin, and was forced to organize a stupid homecoming charity event with the bitchiest girls on campus. Name one person here who deserves to get wasted more than me.”

Now that I’ve actually lived my fantasy—had my stepsister beneath me, pliant and warm and wet—there’s no going back.

But getting on her knees for me, after what I did? There couldn’t be a better display of her complete devotion.

I’ll remember that when I kill him.

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.

I’m finally learning what it means to be a Royal woman. To be both ruthless and smiling. Rigid and yielding. Sincere and synthetic.

One day, I’m going to slip up and get caught, and Rath isn’t going to forgive me. He’s going to do his best to rend away all the satisfaction that’s swelling in my chest at the sight of him up there, sweaty and defeated. So I’d better hold it tight.

I know where I want my strength to come from, and I refuse to draw any of it from these cold, empty boys.

“Because here’s the truth, big brother: I like it when you fuck me. It feels good, even when it hurts. Even when I’m hating you for it, there’s always that little spark inside of me that hopes you’ll do it again.”

“About the fact our Lady has been playing us.”

Tristian requires a longer con. To make him think I’m falling for him. That I’m his, and only his. Then I’ll betray him, just like Gen did. God, the irony is thick and delicious.

What do you buy someone after carving your initials into their flesh, jacking off onto their cheek, and then fucking them with the hilt of a knife and leaving them on the floor in a puddle of come, blood, and their own tears?

“Daniel and Ted. Weird.”

Maybe they’re the same person

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

I wonder how much of an asshole it’d make me if I looked up the video of them fucking. Probably a pretty big one.

“No more cameras. No more mind games. No more punishments.”