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

by Marissa Farrar

“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.”

“Christ, you need therapy. A kink is one thing, but when it’s your be all and end all, Kirill, you might need help.”

“That’s hot, though,” Tino says. “Getting it on with your little stepsister.” Dom rolls his eyes. “You’re fucked in the head.” Then he smirks. “But yeah, it was fucking hot."

“Mine to hate. Mine to fuck. Mine to play with.”

“Yes, my pretty little toy. Verity doesn’t get to play with you. She did, and now she’s learned her lesson.”

Fuck it. In for a penny and all that. We all know exactly where this is going. If they want to see me in a pair of thousand-dollar pumps, then why the hell not? I have to admit that I know I’ll feel sexy as hell with those on my feet.

Yeah, you ought to be scared, little girl, because I’m about to give you the fright of your life.

“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.