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

by Angel Lawson

Exhaling slowly, I ask, “What was it like for you?” I watch her lips, parted and so, so red. “When she sucked you off—when she wanted it—what was it like?” It stings to ask for this knowledge that only he and Rath have access to. For me, that day down in the basement, it hadn’t been what I really wanted. Tristian gathers her hair to the side, his voice low and sympathetic. “Trust me, Killer. You don’t want to know.” He doesn’t meet my eyes. “I do, or I wouldn’t have asked.” He pauses for a moment, like he’s choosing his words carefully. “There’s a wild side to this girl, Killer. Sure, she fights a lot, but deep down, she’s hungry for it. If you could take the leash off of her for a minute, you’d get to see it, too. When she chooses to give in, she’s so eager and responsive.” He traces her bottom lip, looking lost in thought. “All it takes is giving her a little control—even if it’s flimsy—and she just...blooms like a fucking flower.” Sighing, he gives me a significant look. “So yeah, I gave back a little of her control and she rewarded me with the best goddamn road head of my life.” “That’s why you gave her the car,” I realize. It wasn’t a quick fix to buying her forgiveness, which I should have known. That’s not Tristian’s style. It was just another brick in the foundation. Shrugging, he answers, “Of course. Why do you think she was willing to get so hammered with me tonight?” He looks down at Story, who currently is susceptible to our every whim. “Relationships require...