King of Wrath by Ana Huang is an arranged marriage billionaire romance. I have never read one of Ana's books but have heard so many good things about her books and decided to give this one a try and I am so glad that I did. Vivian Lau is a jewelry heiress whose family is considered new money. She has spent most her life trying to please her parents and knew she would have to marry someone her father approved of. Dante Russo is a billionaire who comes from old money and is who Vivian's father has decided she will marry. I loved this book and couldn't put it down. I always love a good possessive and jealous alpha and Dante did not disappoint there. I will for sure be reading more books by Ana. 5 Stars!
Tropes:
*Arranged Marriage*
*Billionaire Romance*
*Enemies to Lovers*
*Forced Proximity*
*Grumpy/Sunshine*
Favorite Excerpts:
“You shouldn’t have let him touch you, mia cara.” Dante’s soft voice sent shivers over my skin a second before he pinched the sensitive peaks, hard.
I instinctively jerked at the jolt of pain and pleasure. “I didn’t…” My reply melted into a breathy sigh when he dipped a hand between my legs.
“Do you want to know why?” he continued, as if I hadn’t tried to respond.
My teeth dug into my bottom lip. I shook my head, my hips bucking as he pressed his thumb against my clit.
“Because you’re mine.” His teeth scored my neck. “You wear my ring. You’ve come on my face and hand. You live in my head all the fucking time, even if I don’t want you to...” His palm slid to my hip, where his fingers dug grooves into my skin. “And God, I want to punish you for driving me so damn crazy. Every. Single. Day.”
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“We’re only together because of a deal you made with my father. What’s it to you if my ex shows back up in my life? You know the wedding would move forward either way,” I said. “Are you afraid I’ll break the engagement? Run off with Heath and leave you looking like a fool in front of your friends? Why do you care?”
“I don’t know!” The force of his reply stunned me into silence.
Dante’s granite mask cracked, revealing the torment underneath.
“I don’t know why I care. I just know I do, and I hate it.” Self-loathing coated his voice.
“I hate the idea of you touching anyone else, or anyone else touching you. I hate that other people can make you laugh in a way I can’t. I hate how I feel around you, like you’re the only person that can make me lose control when I. Don’t. Lose. Control.”
★★★★★
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