"I don't play games with rules, Wildcat. I break them. I'll make you scream my name until your throat is raw, and I'll make sure every man who's ever looked at you knows that you are the prize they'll never get to touch. You want to run? Run. You want to fight? Fight. But every time you push me, I'm just going to push back harder until you're begging me to take control. I don't give a fuck about the laws of this university or the rules of your pathetic little life. You're mine, and I'm going to ruin you until you can't remember what it's like to belong to anyone else." - Lucius Whitcroft ____ To the Elite of Ardencrest, Lucius Whitcroft is the Rogue Prince. He is a chaotic, volatile anarchist who treats lives like poker chips and rules like suggestions. He is the master of the underground, and his reputation for violence is only surpassed by his appetite for destruction. To Skye, he is just an arrogant, wealthy prick who needs to be taken down a peg. She is an untouchable scholarship student who learned how to survive by being invisible and refusing to let anyone tie her down. She has absolutely no idea she just challenged a man who is addicted to the thrill of breaking things. Lucius is a monster raised on adrenaline. Fascinated by her cold, blunt rebellion, he hunts her through the dark-not to trap her, but to be devoured by her. He uses his chaotic, crude games to try and force a reaction, expecting her to crumble under his obsession. But Skye does not break. She is the livewire to his explosion. And she is quietly holding a ledger that could see his entire blood-soaked family empire hanged. He isn't ruining her life. She is the only thing keeping him from tearing his own soul apart. And he will burn every bridge, break every bone, and paint every street red just to stay at her feet. __ "The Rogue Prince | 18+" is the fifth book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series.

She feared him more than anything-until he became the only place she felt safe. After escaping years of abuse, Lina found a fragile kind of peace scrubbing floors in a mercenary's mansion. Quiet, invisible, and broken, she kept her head down and her voice lower. Especially around him. Killian. He kills for a living. He is a powerful, cold-blooded mercenary, a wealthy man who built his empire off blood, fear. He owns a powerful private military company that operates in the shadows, answering only to the highest bidders. He commands killers, closes deals, and never makes mistakes. Until her. A glance. A flinch. A wound she tried to hide. And suddenly, he was watching her closely. Quietly. Like she was a puzzle he didn't mean to touch... but couldn't stop obsessing over. Killian: "You blush like that again, and I swear I'll pin you against this wall just to see how deep it goes." He didn't know how to be soft. She didn't know how to be wanted. But in a house full of violence, he saw her. And he started to change. And soon, she was everywhere in his mind.