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.

Perhaps he also smiled because he realized he liked annoying her. Despite the strict rules of this society that tried to tame women, she bit back. He enjoyed seeing her teeth.

“Some games should not be played unless you’re certain you can win.” He ran a finger along the edge of her ear, gently settling her hair back into place. “Stoke my sin again and I will show you what it means to lose, Miss Antonius.”

Talent is such a horrible thing to waste, it said. Yours will be given back if you play the game until its end.

“Hush! Those goose, lose no text.”

“May your dreams be as wondrously sinful as your tongue, Your Highness.”

“The rules of fair play do not apply in love and war,”

“Don’t be an ass to your lady. Or there will be no more cannoli in your future.”

Sometimes two people weren’t meant to be more than one moment. Wondrous and unforgettable though it might be, not all good things were meant to last.

Thank fuck. In all the stories, the damsel didn’t get aroused by the villain threatening to steal her away. But this was their twisted fairy tale.