Kingdom of the Feared (Kingdom of the Wicked, #3)

by Kerri Maniscalco

“If anyone chains you again, I will become every nightmare mortals have ever had of me and then some.”

He held me a little closer, as if comforting himself that I was safe and secure. “Torturing and disemboweling your enemies would be an act of love.”

If it makes you feel better, I called out several times. I assumed you wanted the attention, so I gave it.” Lust cocked his head.

“You’re the Prince of Sloth,” I said. He inclined his head but didn’t elaborate. “I thought you’d be—” “Lazier?” Lust supplied. “He is, trust me. All he does is lounge about with his books. His House is one giant, messy library. Not an orgy or sinful tableau to be found in the whole of his circle. I can’t tell you the last time he engaged in debauchery. I bet he hasn’t even stroked his own cock in a decade. Fucking insulting to demons everywhere.”

Is Sloth my sin??

“Right now, I want the demon, not the prince. Show me why they call you the Wicked.” I grabbed his shirt and tugged him to me, my lips hovering above his. “And don’t you dare hold back.”

“And he is her fate. As she is his. ‘As above, so below.’ They are the balance. Light and dark. One fallen from above, and one created in the underworld below.”

“I always knew you. And always will. Your soul calls to mine. It’s a feeling of coming home. Of peace. No magic can duplicate it.”