Drop Dead Queen (Corium University, #2)

by C. Hallman

Kissing is intimate. It’s passion and heart. It’s telling someone a secret with your lips. A secret only you and the other person can decode.”

“It told me you’re drowning too, so let’s drown together.”

Her wearing my shirt doesn’t help with the alpha ‘you’re mine’ vibes I already have going on, but I must admit she looks good in it.

“You might be the untouchable king of Corium, but you left your queen vulnerable,”

I’m tired of people messing with her. Maybe it’s time I make it clear to everyone. There is only one person who is allowed to mess with her. Me.

You want me to fuck you like I hate you, so you can justify this fucked up relationship we’ve developed. I know because I want it too. I want to fuck you until I don’t remember who we are.”

It’s stupid, but I crave his touch more than I hate it.

What’s important is that everyone knows she belongs to me, she is mine, and I don’t like sharing.

“Don’t say stuff like that. I belong to you as much as you belong to me, which is not at all.”

“You are very wrong because you are mine. Mine to torment, mine to touch, and definitely mine to fuck.”