Throne of the Fallen (Prince of Sin, #1)

by Kerri Maniscalco

Gentlemen of virtue are not nearly as nice As the wickedly sinful men of vice.

He was no jaguar, he was a wolf.

“Do you always lay claim to things that don’t belong to you, Vexley?”

“And I love being a sinner too much to ever be a saint.”

“If you run, I will chase you.”

“They don’t deserve forgiveness.” “It’s not for them.” She threw her hands up in exasperation. “They will never care. They probably don’t even remember. It’s for you. It’s for your brothers, your court. And it’s for me.”