Pretty Little Sins (Kings of Bolten, #2)

by K.G. Reuss

Insult my bride again, and I’ll fucking hang your bloody corpse from a tree so the wild animals can eat you.

I’ll never be fucking sorry for wanting what I want.”

Well, now that we’ve established that, off you fuck,” I said, giving him a scamper off motion with my fingers.

“He will never be one of us. He’s a lord. They’re no good.” “We aren’t either, man,” I said softly.

“The only way my dick is getting wet is if I jump into the pool in an attempt to drown myself,” I muttered.

I’d like for her to experience a real relationship. One that'll make her fall in love and then break her to strengthen her. Give that to her, and you'll have your contract with me.

We had no fucking weapons. It didn’t mean I wouldn’t snag one off a dead body after I fucking killed someone with my bare hands.

“He cooks when he’s stressed. Or he shoots stuff. Weird, huh?”

“I’ll kill them all and then fuck you in their blood.

“If so much as a frown touches my wife’s lips because of something you did, you’ll regret your fucking existence.”