The Devils and The Duchess (Verona Falls University, #1)

by Marissa Farrar

“I like Mondays,” Valentino says. “The new start to a week. The days before us nothing but a blank slate upon which to create mayhem.”

I’m not quite sure how I went from a walk in the woods to being on my knees with a cock down my throat, but who am I to fight destiny?

He liked jazz. I hated it but pretended to like it. Why do we girls do that?

I don’t want your soft kisses, or your fucking, stuck-up, Duchess pity. Give me your hate, Mackenzie. Every last drop of it.”

“No, Duchess. We punished her for you.

“Mine to hate. Mine to fuck. Mine to play with.” He says the words quietly, staring ahead, not at me. “Like a toy?” I say, anger rising in me again. “Yes, my pretty little toy. Verity doesn’t get to play with you. She did, and now she’s learned her lesson.”