Empire of Sin (Empire #2) by Rina Kent

“It’s true, though,” Teal says with a poker face.

“Ma belle! You’re supposed to take my side.”

“Not when you’re wrong, hon.” She smiles this time and I can see the exact moment his expression softens, and he pulls her to his side, hugging both her and Remi.

I do the same, my hold tightening around Anastasia’s middle until she squirms.

“Did I hurt you?” I whisper, immediately loosening my hold.

“No.” She smiles in that bright way that stabs me straight in the gut.

No clue if it’s the hormones or what, but she’s gained an irresistible type of beauty ever since she became pregnant. Her blue eyes are brighter, her icy hair is shinier, and she has this glow I can’t get enough of.

“Then what is it?” I frown when she continues squirming.

Her lips meet the shell of my ear and I become rock-fucking-hard due to her movements alone. “I need you.”

Well, fuck.

I love it when she says things like that. Anastasia might have been shy in the beginning, but now, she doesn’t hesitate to tell me what she wants from me, and it’s the best fucking turn-on.

“Need me how?” I tease.

“Knox!”

“What, beautiful?”

“Fuck me,” she murmurs, then gulps, casting a glance at T and Ron, who are busy playing with their son.

“Oh, I’ll do more than fuck you.” I grab a handful of her arse and she stifles a moan.

Then I’m lifting her in my arms and carrying her away from everyone else.

It’s time I claim my wife again and again.

She’s mine and I’m hers, till death do us part.



THE END

Next up is a standalone book that features Daniel Sterling, titled Empire of Hate.





Curious about Knox’s family and friends who were mentioned in this book? You can read their stories in Royal Elite Series.





For more stories about Anastasia’s Russian mafia family, you can read Rai and her husband’s story in Throne of Power & Adrian Volkov’s story in Vow of Deception.





WHAT’S NEXT?





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Next up is the angsty, revenge-themed book, Empire of Hate, that will feature Daniel Sterling who was a supporting character in Empire of Sin and Cruel King.



If you’re curious about Gwyneth and Nate’s story, you can read a preview of it below.





EMPIRE OF DESIRE’S PREVIEW





NATHANIEL





The thing about ambition is that it can’t be stopped, measured, or contained.

There’s always something to do and a power to pursue. No matter which direction I take, there’s a goal to reach and a situation to conquer. However, ambition can’t be blind or else it’ll become destructive.

I’m currently toying with that line.

The need for more and the fear of less.

The constant pulses of energy and the downfall of the subsequent emptiness.

Truth remains, ambition is my driving force, and yet I still have no clue how I ended up standing on its edge, staring into a dark, foggy abyss.

Its smoky tendrils swirl around me, waiting to drag me under. This isn’t the first time I’ve stared into that abyss and it’s stared back. Whenever I’m at a crossroads, I’m reminded of how I ended up here.

I’m reminded of my “privileged” upbringing and all the shackles that came with it. Isn’t it said that no worthwhile benefits come without sacrifices?

Still, this isn’t the time to have such images or thoughts. After all, this is supposed to be a cheerful occasion. The keyword being supposed.

Coming to my friend’s place to celebrate his daughter’s eighteenth birthday is the last thing I wanted to do. Not only do I have countless case files sitting on my desk, but I also have a structural planning meeting at the firm. However, if I told my best friend/partner that I prefer the firm over attending his little princess’s birthday, he’d have my balls on a platter. The fact that it’s also his firm means nothing on the sacred day of her birthday.

Fifteen minutes. I tell myself as I step out of my car and button my jacket. I will only stay around for that amount of time and then make up an excuse to leave.

My partner inherited his mansion from his father after he kicked his “evil” stepmom out with all sorts of legal suits. I’ve never seen the appeal of this ancient property. Yes, it’s vast and has two pools, but he spent a fortune to renovate it and bring it to its current shape.

The house is white with a prim and proper porch that’s decorated with colorful exotic plants and extends to the large garden where the birthday party is being held.

There’s a long table near the pool that’s surrounded by countless people. Some of them are partners and associates from our firm. They’re all over the occasion, not missing a chance to kiss Kingsley’s ass.

The man himself, the rogue bastard—whom I often bloodied my knuckles fighting when we were in high school—steps out of the house, wheeling a huge pink cake that’s almost taller than he is, and when he starts singing Happy Birthday, everyone else joins in.