More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Read between
May 22 - June 1, 2025
“What’s that look for?” Theo asks. We’ve grown up like brothers since we were in diapers. He can read me almost better than I can myself. “Nothing I’m fucking sharing with you.” “We’ll see about that. I happen to think our princess would look fucking good between the two of us, don’t you?”
“Touch her and I’ll kill you.” “You’ll be telling me you’re falling in love with her and gonna put a ring on it next.”
I guess being a soldier in the Family isn’t exactly what they consider a successful future. They want us to head to Oxbridge and make our fortunes as lawyers, doctors, MDs of huge corporations—just like the parents who pay the insane tuition this place demands to allow their kids to attend. But that isn’t our reality. We might make it to university—it’s always been in mine and Theo’s plans, depending on what the boss wants—but our futures were sealed the day we were born with Cirillo blood running through our veins.
“I don’t share my toys, Hellion,” he warns. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not yours to play with, isn’t it?” “Funny, I don’t remember you saying that the other night.” My eyes narrow in warning, but Toby beats me to responding. “Leave it, Seb.” “Butt the fuck out, Tobes. This doesn’t concern you.” “Like fuck it doesn’t. I won’t stand here and watch you rip strips off her for your own amusement.”
“Fuck me, are you multiplying?” My eyes focus on the new boy. It’s obvious who he is, or at least who he’s related to, and I groan, five has quickly become six. “Princess,” Alex says with a wide smile. “Meet my evil twin, Daemon.” I look between the two of them, noting all their similarities. Actually, they’re so fucking identical that I doubt I’d be able to tell them apart if they weren’t standing next to each other. “Oh great. Another one to contend with.”
“Right, well as fun as it’s been watching Seb get his ass kicked by the princess, we should really get to class,” Theo says, instructing his minions to move. It didn’t take much watching them these past few days to realize that he’s the leader here. The second he barks a command, they all usually jump like good little puppies. It’s almost amusing.
“Bro, that was fucking brutal. Who knew she had it in her?” Alex laughs—and not for the first time since they found me pinned against the wall by the pocket rocket earlier. “Are we not over this yet?” I ask after taking a pull on my beer. “Mate, we’re never going to be over this,” Theo adds, dropping onto the opposite sofa and passing me another bottle. “It was that fucking good.”
“Your brother is Nico?” “Unfortunately.”
“Wait… is this Theo?” I ask, my eyes jumping to another image and finding a set of green eyes I recognize staring back at me. “Yeah, we’re all cousins. They’re his little brothers and sister,” she says, pointing to kids who are just babies and toddlers.
“Shit,” I breathe, locking eyes on an image with six boys all dressed head to toe in black. They look… wow. Theo’s in the middle, standing slightly in front of the others, but it’s not him who holds my attention. It’s the boy with the dark, stormy eyes who stares at me like he hates me even in a photograph. “They’re really something, huh?” Calli mutters, coming to stand beside me. “That was the day they all—” She cuts herself off. “The day they all what?” Calli hesitates for a few seconds. “Come on, let’s go to my room. We can talk there.”
“Have you heard of the Cirillo Family?” “Uh… the Family?” I ask, amusement filling my voice. “Like a mafia family? No, I don’t think I’ve seen that one. Is it on Netflix?” I ask, although from the look on her face, my comment has fallen a little far off the mark. “It’s not a TV programme, Stella. It’s my life.” “Y-your life?” She throws her hands out to her sides. “Callista Cirillo, long-suffering, smothered-in-cotton-wool, protected-from-the-reality-of-this-life mafia princess looking right at you.”
“Your surname. It’s Greek, right?” My brows pull together as I recall Toby asking me the exact same thing earlier. “Uh… I think so, yeah.” My heritage has never really been much of a concern to me when I’ve been too busy trying to figure out the present. “But what’s that got to do with anything? Mafia are Italian, right?” “The famous ones you’ve read about, yeah. The Cirillo Family? We’re Greek.”
Dad works in security. He runs his own company. And he… fuck. “I’m sorry,” Calli says with a wince. “M-my dad is part of—” “I don’t know for sure. The fact that your name is Greek and you turned up at Knight’s Ridge—here—might be total coincidence.” But even as she says it, I think we both know it might be a coincidence too far. “I guess that answers a lot of my questions. I’ve been trying to find out what my dad does for a living for years.”
“I think you’re going to be a bad influence, Stella Doukas, and,” she continues before I manage to get a word in, “I think it’s exactly what I need.” Excitement bubbles in my belly as she slips from the room. Oh yeah, Calli is my girl. I can feel it.
“You’re wicked for someone who’s been locked in your castle, Princ— Motherfuckers,” I hiss, the reason behind their dumbass nickname slamming into me. “What’s wrong?” “Those jerks have no idea who they’re dealing with,” I mutter, mostly to myself.
Princesses don’t just wear frilly dresses and pretty diamonds. They also carry guns, wear shitkicker boots and stomp on anyone who gets in their way.”
The heated stare of my protectors burns holes in my back as I run my tongue along my bottom lip. I’m more than ready to lose myself in someone. And not just because I want to prove a point. His head lowers and my heart picks up speed as I wait for our lips to collide, but right before it happens, I’m dragged backwards and into another pair of arms. “I don’t think so,” an angry voice growls in my ear as I stare longingly at the guy I was dancing with. “Fuck off now.”
“You really want to play this game, Princess?” I rear back a little. “You really wanna start with that nickname?” His brow rises. “You wanna play, I’m all in, Princess.” “This is what you wanted, right?” Alex adds, clearly listening to every word. “You wanna push him. We’re right here for it.”
“I think the three of us could be great friends,” I announce, sliding my hand up Daemon’s sculpted chest and wrapping it around the nape of his neck. “How far do you want to push him, Princess?” Alex asks. “I want to fucking ruin him.”
“Your funeral, Princess,” he says before slamming his lips down on mine. Almost instantly, his tongue plunges into my mouth, searching out my own. I still for a beat, not expecting him to go for it quite so forcefully, but the second Alex joins in, his hands running up my stomach and cupping my breasts, a moan of pleasure rips from my throat.
“Incoming.” Alex’s words barely register before a hand slides into my hair and I’m physically dragged from between the two of them. “What the fuck are you doing, you Neanderthal?” I growl, knowing exactly who it is. “Enjoy the ride,” I hear Alex shout behind us as Seb continues moving us. “You want to act like a whore, then let’s do it properly.”
My mouth waters and my pussy clenches with desire as he moves my face closer to him. “What makes you think I won’t bite it—” Ignoring the words I’m spitting at him, he makes the most of my parted lips and pushes his cock past them, his fingers tightening in my hair, forcing me to take all of his length.
His thrusts are brutal, his grip on me painful as he forces the head of his cock down my throat. Sucking in deep breaths through my nose, I relax my throat and take him, every fucking inch. He stares down at me with hooded lids, his eyes filled with desire and… pride?
A desperate ache tugs at my muscles and I rub my thighs together to stem it, although it does very little to help. “Don’t pretend you don’t love it, Hellion. I know you’re wet as fuck from sucking my cock. I can smell it.” My feet meet the floor a second before my back slams against the wall and his hand finds its home around my throat, squeezing with the most delicious pressure.
Desperate for him, I rip his hair back, forcing him to look at me. “Kiss me.” “After you’ve already given your lips to someone else? I don’t fucking think so.” I lean forward in an attempt to claim them anyway, but his grip on my throat tightens and I end up hovering just millimetres from my target. “I don’t share my toys,” he hisses.
“Fuck, Hellion. You dressed so pretty for me tonight,” he growls in my ear, making all kinds of insane things happen just south of my waist. “The only person I dress for is me.” “Hellion,” he warns as his fingers find the switchblade that’s tucked into my garter. He pulls it free and holds the pink knife between us, flicking the blade out. “Huh,” he murmurs, twisting it around and taking it in. “For a second there I thought you had a piece of me strapped to your body all night.”
“Tell me, Hellion. Did you have intentions of stabbing someone tonight, or were you really hoping I’d use it on you?” My eyes narrow. “I can assure you, I had zero intentions of seeing you tonight.” “Yet here we are.” “Yeah, tonight’s been full of all kinds of surprises.”
Flicking my knife closed, he pockets it before turning his attention back to me, wrapping his fingers around the sides of my panties and tugging until they fall away from my body. Balling them up, they disappear in the same place as my knife. “You can’t just—Fuck,” I cry, forgetting what I was saying when his fingers find my soaked pussy. “Oh, Hellion. Look how much you hate me,” he murmurs, attacking my neck once more.
“Who do you fucking belong to, Hellion?” he demands, his rough cheek brushing against mine, scratching my soft skin. “Fuck you.” “Wrong answer.”
“I am going to fucking ruin you, Princess.” His words aren’t a warning, they’re a promise, and fuck if they don’t make my orgasm come racing forward. “Come, Hellion. I want your cum all over my cock.” “Se—Oh God,” I cry, refusing to let his name fall from my lips in case he takes that as me admitting his ownership of me.
“Kiss me. I dare you.” “No thanks.” He’s barely finished talking when he drops to his knees before me. My first thought is “fuck yeah, that’s hot,” but then he pulls my knife back out and I swallow nervously. “W-what are you—shit.” Wrapping his fingers around my ankles, he forces my legs wider, giving him the perfect view of my cunt and my thighs which are glistening in the evidence from our releases. “Seb?” I ask, hating that there’s a slight quiver to my voice. “I don’t kiss whores, but no one out there will fuck anything that belongs to me.” “Holy fu—” My words falter as he lifts the knife
...more
“You’re so pretty when you bleed for me, Hellion,” he whispers, staring at the wound as blood pools again.
A moan rumbles up my throat as his tongue licks at me, the sharp sting from the cut only making me wanton and needy for him again. “Oh shit,” I hiss when his finger runs through my wetness, swirling in the cum he left inside me. “Open your legs for anyone else, and they’ll know your mine, Hellion. Mine,” he repeats, bending his finger and sending a wave of pleasure racing through me. Pulling his head back, he rips his finger from me and runs it over his initials, mixing my blood and his cum.
I trust my boys with my life. And while I might have warned them not to go anywhere fucking near her, I also trust them with her. I’ve ensured they won’t go after her, but that doesn’t mean they’ll always behave, especially with my permission. His eyes continue to hold mine as she kisses him, urging him to return her attention. All it takes is one single nod of my head and he caves. His eyes slam closed and one of his hands moves from her arse, skimming up her curves until he threads his fingers into her hair and takes control of the kiss, tilting her exactly as he wants.
“Aw, Tobes. It’s so cute that you care. But she’s nothing more than a fucking whore. I’m just letting her get her kicks.” His fist flies toward me, but I see it coming a mile off and catch it before it connects with my face. “You’re wrong, she’s nothing like that.” “No? So she didn’t just blow me in the kitchen, fuck me in the bathroom and then come straight out here and start all over again with Theo?” I hop back down, more than ready for another drink. Stepping up to Toby, I tap my palm on his chest. “You’re fucking deluded if you think she’s an innocent little princess sent from above,
...more
“Come on, Seb. Don’t be like that. It’s a party, we all do crazy shit. You clearly don’t want her or you wouldn’t be standing here with me while she’s got her tongue down Theo’s throat.” “When did I say I wanted her? All I said was that I don’t want you,” I say, my voice cold and lacking any kind of emotion despite the jealousy that wants to bubble to the surface. “You should leave.”
“Galen’s been given a pass. Did you know he’s been working all this time, just from over the pond?” My grip on the bottle in my hand tightens. “No, I didn’t.” Although I’d kinda figured as much, seeing as he’s returned with no issue and his precious spawn is important enough for the boss to demand we babysit her.
“She fits right in. Fucking good kisser, too.” He slaps me on the thigh, muttering, “I’m out,” and pushes to stand. If I didn’t already regret not kissing her earlier and forcing her into her little one-woman show, then I really fucking do now.
“Oh yeah? So you enjoyed whoring yourself around my boys, despite what I told you about who you belong to?” I don’t respond, and I sense he doesn’t actually want me to. “You did, didn’t you?” Despite his harsh words, the second his other hand lands on my stomach and begins sliding up until he cups my breasts through both Theo’s shirt and the bra I’m still thankfully wearing, my chest begins to heave and my breaths begin to increase. I really am just a whore.
“I think I need to teach you another lesson. Don’t you, Hellion?” He squeezes my breast harder, and I can’t stop the moan of pleasure that rips from my lips. Tucking his feet behind my calves, he drags my legs wide, and like the shameless slut I am, I let him.
“You really think you’re in any position to defy me right now?” “I don’t give a fuck, Sebastian. Do what you want with me, you’ll be the one who has to live with your actions. I, however, already know I’m a whore, so you may as well make use of it.”
Dropping the tone of my voice, ensuring it comes out all raspy and needy, I look between the three guys before me. “What do you say, boys? Wanna have some fun? I’m all here for the taking.” I wink a second before my head is ripped back, my scalp burning at almost having my hair clean ripped out from his brutal movements. “No one fucking touches you, Hellion. You’re mine.” His dark, bordering on deranged eyes hold mine and all the air rushes from my lungs.
“Are you going to put on a nice little show for my brothers, Hellion? I think they need to see who you belong to just as much as you need to understand it.”
Biting my lips together, I try to refrain from demanding he stop teasing me and just do it. Nico wasn’t wrong. I’m so fucking ready to feel him inside me. My pussy aches to be stretched open, to be punished by him for whatever went down last night that I don’t remember. A needy whimper escapes as he gets higher, dragging his finger over my lips but not going near where I need him.
My body sags back against his, giving myself over to what he’s doing. My eyes fall closed as I focus on the sensations and my quickly building release. “Watch them,” he barks, his fingers stilling. “I want them to see exactly what they can’t have.”
“Who do you belong to, Hellion?” he tries again, knowing that I’m beginning to fall. I fight to drag in the air I need as he keeps me riding that torturous edge of pleasure. If I say or do the wrong thing, he’s going to rip it away from me, and that can’t happen. Not this time. I’m too far gone, and it’ll result in doing something stupid like running straight to Nico, who I’m sure would be more than willing to finish the job—assuming he was alive long enough to do so. “Y-you,” I breathe, part of me hoping he can’t hear it over the increasing grunts and groans that are filling the room.
...more
I might want to make a point to the three assholes jerking themselves off in front of us at the sight of my hellion falling apart under my hands, but really there’s only one person who needs to see this warning for what it is. Ownership.
“Let her go,” he demands, taking a warning step toward us, although I’m not entirely sure what he’s about to do unless he’s planning to pull a gun from his pants, which is unlikely seeing as he’s hardly ever packing. “How about we ask her?” Sliding my hand around her body, I squeeze her breast, pinching her nipple through the fabric. She stifles a moan so I up the ante, pushing my hand down her stomach, circling her swollen clit. “What do you say, Hellion? Should I let you go?” Her response is a loud moan, so I dip my fingers back inside her again. Toby’s eyes bore into mine. They never drop
...more
“Fuck him, Princess. He’s a pussy. Now,” I say, undoing my belt to help her out. Her hands lift, and in seconds she’s got my jeans around my hips and my aching cock in her palm. “Remember this, boys. It’s the closest you’re ever gonna get to experiencing it.” Sliding one hand into her hair, I guide her forward as I rest the other on the back of the couch. Jealousy burns through the air as she sucks me into her mouth and I fucking revel in it, because she is all fucking mine.
I know what the guys are doing around us. I can see their movements out of the corner of my eye. But my only reaction to them getting off over this is to smirk, because they are never gonna fucking experience it. “Mine,” I growl when she pulls off my length, my fingers twisting until it hurts. Her eyes flare with desire before I push her back down and lose myself in her hot little mouth.
