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

by Angel Lawson

wasn’t made to steer myself. I was made to take commands. To be an instrument of mayhem. A soldier. A sharp-edged tool. Gently, she commands, “Tip your head back for me?” I obey. If I’m going to be anyone’s weapon, then I’m going to be hers.