The Fae Princes (Vicious Lost Boys, #4)

by Nikki St. Crowe

“I think you care very little,” she goes on, “because you think that keeps you safe. If you care for very little, you have very little to lose.” A knot forms between my shoulder blades, making me shift again. “But you know what?” Smee says. “Caring for so little means that when you actually do care, losing it has a much higher cost.”

Darling bends forward, her mouth at my ear. “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.

She’s the brightest shining light in the dark. The second star on the right.

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.