Princes of Chaos (Royals of Forsyth University, #7)

by Angel Lawson

Because I got the same feeling the first time I saw her.

Somehow, I just knew she was going to be mine.

If life is about obtaining the very...

Now, I think of Verity and I don’t see something shiny and unique. I see danger.

Because lately, Wicker’s begun looking at her without any of the bluster.

Lex has started prote...

I’ve let myself find comfort and s...

Our worst fucking n...

Not Wicker. Not the Princess. The bird. I know how that seems. Like, logically, I know, but…

I promised her I wouldn’t leave her again.

One of life’s greatest tragedies is that Lex’s hands have been trained to hurt and maim, because the world will never know just how good he is at the opposite.

fuck. I want to crush her into my skin.

I want to pull her open and climb inside her flesh.

I want to make her a part of me just to steal the warmth and ...

Her hair smells like roses and something else.

Something sharper. Something masculine.

Something that evokes a feeling of sa...

She smells like my ...

It hurts to give it, this last part of myself, but I know I need to.

“I expect you to be Princes–to be Ashbys–but above all, I expect you to show no mercy.”

I feel the thing I’ve been searching for all this time. Power.

Fuck, I’d forgotten that. The power in sex.

“You’re nothing to us, Verity. Just an incubator for our future.

And it seems you need to remember your place.”

This feels like the most glorious goddam dream.

The truth is, I do it because of where I come from–who I come from.

I do it because if creating life is more than medical, then I want to be sure.

I want to be sure it’s made with some kind...

There’s no better orgasm than one had while high on Scratch.

It’s not that I liked Verity Sinclaire.

It’s that, there for a second, I wanted her to like me.

And nothing gets me harder than a traitor getting what’s coming to them.

I know whoever comes for me–Duke, Lord, or Baron–my brothers will always have my back.

Verity Sinclaire used me.

For once, I get to hurt the person who hurt me.

You can’t just give up.”

“Now we just need a leash to attach to it.”

In the end, I’m grateful for it. Because Lex Ashby is someone I could have loved.

“She’s my biological daughter!”

“You don’t just carry the heir to East End. You’re carrying the heir to my crown.”