Dukes of Madness (Royals of Forsyth University, #5)

by Angel Lawson

And I don’t think she can help it. You’re like the person-version of that box her dad had her in. You suffocate her, man.”

I only let my touch linger for a second, thinking that being shot wouldn’t be so terrible if she were the one pulling the trigger. Hatred is better than nothing.

“Know what I think is funny?” I ask, offering a cutting smile. “The fact that men fail at fatherhood on such a statistically massive scale that there’s an actual term for it, but somehow it’s used to insult women.”

I want her soul.

Remy looks like a beautiful ghoul above me, the ink on his skin shifting, making it seem alive, and I give in to the impulse to press my mouth to it, lips latching onto the soft skin of his neck.

“Need it, Vinny. Give it to me, give it to me…”

I didn’t just see the stars. I felt them.

“I know my love isn’t worth anything to you, Lavinia.” His other hand brushes mine where it hangs, limp at my side. “But maybe theirs will be.”

“I’m not worth it. I’m not worth any of this.” His fingers grasp, squeeze, eyes piercing through mine. “You’re worth more.”

“You’re going to fucking kill me, girl.”

“Only if you promise not to fly away.” She smiles against my finger, so open and sweet that I ache with it. “Cross my heart.”

We fuck like we fight, and we love like we die.

“Little Bird, your opinion is the only one that matters.”

“…to kill someone with your bare hands is an act of love.”

I think I might love her.

“There would be worse things than being Simon Perilini’s girl.”

Kissing Nick is like trying to harness lightning.

“it’s you or nothing.

“Do it, Vin. Don’t make me fall without you, baby.”

“I could fucking worship you.”