The Fae Princes (Vicious Lost Boys, #4)

by Nikki St. Crowe

“Because I’m a possessive prick,” I tell her. “I don’t even have to like the thing. Or the girl, as the case may be. What’s mine is mine, and once it’s mine, it cannot be someone else’s.”

“There was a time I wanted you to run faster, so you could escape me.”

“But I don’t think there was any stretch of land vast enough that would have stopped me.”

“I can feel it,” he says, a soft utterance, a quiet secret.

“Feel what?”

“Your love,” he says. “In my chest.” He kisses my cheek, lingering close. “I can feel your love like a million golden star...

“Promise me you will always be there.”

“I promise, Win.”

“I’ll let you tie me up later.”

“Excuse me. ‘Let me?’” I shake my head. “If I want to tie you up, Darling, I’ll tie you up and you’ll take it like a good girl.”

Apparently us Darlings have a thing for morally grey assholes with rock-hard abs and cunning good looks.

I look around the room at the four men before me, on their knees. I love them, each of them, in my own way and they love me in turn. My vicious men. All of them, mine.