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

by Marissa Farrar

“Mackenzie. What on Earth are you doing hiding away up here?” My heart picks up speed and my mouth runs dry. “Sorry, Nataniele,” I say. “It’s not Nataniele to you anymore,” he says. “When you’re around the other students, you will call me Dean Rossi, and in private here, you may call me Father, or Daddy.”

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

“I know exactly what I want, then. I want that pretty mouth around my cock. I want you to take me to the back of your throat and choke me down. I want to see your eyes widen as I spill my load.”

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?

“If you’ve got someone hassling you, you know you can just send him in our direction, right? The Devils don’t let anyone mess with what’s ours.”

“No, Duchess. I have nothing. You leave me there. Coating you. Pull your panties back up and go on back to college like a good girl. A good girl covered in Kirill.”

“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.”

“Or maybe, Dom, just maybe, you aren’t anywhere near as in control as you think you are. I think, Domenic,” I say his name with emphasis, “that you’re just as lost as I am, and all the games you play? They’re a desperate distraction from the misery that lives inside you.”

“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.