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

by Kerri Maniscalco

“You cannot murder him,” Camilla said, sounding—of all things—partly aghast and mildly frustrated. He didn’t slow his pace. “I assure you, I can.” “Allow me to rephrase. You will not murder him.”

“You’ll be shouting my name, Camilla. I will be your God, your Creator, your Destroyer, and every depraved dark thing in between. And I promise you’ll find religion on my cock. You’ll get on your knees for it, pray for it, worship it with every fiber of your being.”