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

by Angel Lawson

Cutsluts aren’t made for silk, brocade, lace, and crystals. We’re made for Lycra and denim, skin-tight and frayed around the edges.

“One step at a time. We’ll make it through, because that’s what we do.”

DKS isn’t exactly the most strategic house. They’re rabid, hot-tempered chaos goblins who’ll jump at whatever threat is the most visible at any given moment.

If kissing is an art, then Wicker Ashby is Picasso. He’s so good at this, these soft, delicious kisses. If I were standing, I know my knees would be wobbling, and for a moment, I fall into the kiss like it’s a bed of fucking rose petals.