Taint My Soul (Sinful Kings #1)

SAINT Power. I’ve been bred to be the next King of the Syndicate. Ruthless. Calculating. Loyal. Loyalty to the legacy of the family. That’s what should matter to me.

But everything I know falls apart the night I meet him. Scarred. Defiant. And entirely, ruinously mine. The man who’s becoming a beacon in the void that I call life. I want him. I need him.

But a monster should only crave the poison in his veins, the violence, the rage. Except he’s more like me than I ever imagined.

And what makes it worse is that my obsession with the little devil will lead to my ruin, but I will gladly stand in the furnace and burn.

MASON Freedom. That is the only thing that matters to me. Even if the only way is through him. I have spent my entire life shackled to a man who should have protected me.

Now to a monster who’s using me as his weapon. The job is simple. Get close to Saint King. Learn his secrets and hand them over.

Except the closer I get, the harder it becomes to remember which side of the war I’m supposed to be on. Saint doesn’t know who I am. What I was sent to do. What it’s costing me to be here.

And God help me, I’m starting to forget why any of it matters. Because somewhere between surviving and wanting him. I can’t tell the difference.