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

by Marissa Farrar

“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.