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

by Marissa Farrar

“And I’m telling you that you’re making a mistake. You’re not breaking up with me, Mackenzie. You’re mine. Your ass is mine, your mouth is mine, your pussy is mine. Got it?”

“If I ever get you into bed naked, I absolutely guarantee you will not be waking up alone the next morning.”

He tastes of heaven and hell all rolled into one. This is the man I hate, but I also crave him in this moment.

“I fucking hate you,” he whispers against my throat but his hot, wet kiss there feels like desperation and need. “Ditto,” I say.

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

“Who the fuck have you been using condoms with?” “None of your fucking business. I can fuck whoever the hell I like.”

“Not anymore, you can’t. You belong to us now.”

“No, don’t wipe it off. You’re mine now. I’ve blooded you, the way hunters do after a kill.”

“I’m not your fuck toy, Dom.” “No, you’re our prim and proper Duchess, who we get to desecrate.”

“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.

“Don’t touch her,” Lucia cries. “She’s epileptic.” What. The. Fuck? Mackenzie is epileptic, and she’s never said a fucking word. We’ve been basically torturing her, and she’s got a… I don’t even know how to think of it. An illness? A disability? Tino glances over his shoulder at me. I’ve never seen such terror in his dark eyes.

“I think she’s stopped breathing,” he says. “Someone call nine-one-one,” Lucia cries. The enormity of witnessing this makes me realize something, and my walls crumble. No, no, fuck no. This can’t be happening. We can’t lose her. I now understand… The Devils need their Duchess.