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

by Angel Lawson

“Tristian, this is…” I shake my head, fear rapidly becoming the winning emotion. “This is too much.” I can’t earn this. Whatever he wants me to do in exchange, it won’t be worth it. Probably. “For you?” he asks, coming to stand in front of me. He reaches up to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. “Never.” Swallowing thickly, I have to ask. “What are the strings?” His eyebrows knit together as he watches me. “I get the tracker is a violation to you. I just wanted you to understand that it’s not all bad.” He tilts his head toward the Charger. “It can help us give some of your freedom back, see?” After a moment of gaping at him, I hedge, “So, you’re saying…I’ve already paid the price?” and he gives me a puzzled look. “There’s no price, Story,” he says, grabbing my hips and tugging me close. “This is a gift, because that’s what a Lord does for his Lady. If you’re asking if I expect something in return, then…well, you’re right.” My stomach sinks like a brick at his words, too disappointed to do anything but stand limply as he presses a kiss to my neck. He lingers there, whispering, “You have to smile.” I cock an eyebrow at him. “Smile.” Nodding, he assures, “That’s it. The only thing I’m asking of you is that you enjoy it. A sweet ride like this needs a Lady who can properly appreciate it, don’t you think?”