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

by Angel Lawson

Breathlessly, I ramble, “That’s so fucking hot. Gen never would have dreamed of getting this nasty.” Story sucks my thumb, looking up at me owlishly. “That’s why I had to have you like that. So much of high school, listening to Rath and Killer brag about getting head. As soon as I saw your mouth that night, I knew I had to have it.” It isn’t until she drops her eyes that I realize what I’m saying, and who I’m saying it to. It’s all true. That night had been a crazy whirr of rage, Rath and Killer doing their best to keep me from retaliating. It’d later prove pointless. Only a few days later, I found myself on that dock with the gas can. But that night, I think they knew I needed to see a girl on her knees before me, my dick slamming in and out of her mouth. That’s how I know I’d do anything for Killian. Story was his by rights, but there for a few minutes in his old laundry room, he’d given her to me. A little taste of this thing he wanted so badly that it consumed him. And the thing is, it worked. It was an exorcism, proof that being with Genevieve Carter wasn’t all it’d been cracked up to be. It’d been lacking. She would sooner cut off her own arm than take me into her mouth, let alone enjoy it. But as darkly freeing as that night might have been for me, it was something else for Story. A possession instead of an exorcism. A marred moment she might have even wanted if I’d been in a place to put in the effort. What must this have cost her, to get on her knees for me, to l...