The there of them huddled around my vagina, recording the image of their spunk and blood dripping to the mattress

I finished the chapter and I just sat there like. Definitely not for him to swipe two fingers over the gash on his stomach, and then bury them - dripping with his blood - right inside me.ĭid you think the infamous lords of pain blowjob opening scene was pretty fucked up? Well, it had absolutely NOTHING on what these three crusty ass motherfuckers did to Lavinia. I am used to all sorts of crazy fucked up shit.but the first chapter of this book had me SCANDALISED. The saga continues in book 4 of the contemporary, dark romance, Royals of Forsyth series, where the Duke’s reign will be one of Ruin, Madness and Peril. The Dukes are known for winning with their fists, but transforming Lavinia Lucia from the Kings’ captive to their unwilling Duchess will be their biggest match yet.

Two hundred pounds of inked, imposing muscle, Nick Bruin has been following me since I first became a pawn. Not because he's meaner or harsher, but because he's neither. If being the object of Sy's resentment is bad, then being the object of his desire just might be my undoing. It's easier with him, knowing that he could never want me. The Lurker, with his malevolent stare and bitter tongue, hates me the most. By the time Remy's done marking me, I'm not sure there'll be anything left to call my own.

There's the Maniac, with his razor-sharp smile and frantic eyes, thrashing around me in a hurricane of hard touches and whispered words. But the three thugs who arrive in the night, masked and vicious, decide to take me for their own. I’ve spent the last year at the mercy of the Kings, caged and tormented. If anything, it just made me more determined to strike back. I grew up under the brutal force of our father's fist, but it didn't break me. I'm half as pretty as my sister, and twice as stubborn. If he'd had a son, things would have been perfect. My sister's marriage to the leader of the Counts would keep him in control of his house. He's a Count-a King of Forsyth-and all he ever wanted was a daughter to marry off and a son to secure his legacy. They say a parent should never pick favorites, but my d*ck of a father, Lionel Lucia, is no Ward Cleaver. The crowns of Forsyth Royalty aren’t built with jewels.

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