The Never King (Vicious Lost Boys, #1)

by Nikki St. Crowe

I might not be able to fly, but I can still run, and the Darling never stood a chance.

I’m like a kid let loose at a county fair and I want to ride all the rides and play all the games.

“All the rides” wink wink

Good god, I’m a captive here and all I can think about is these boys taking me.

It’s all fun and games until they notice your fault lines, until they pry them open and peer inside.

The problem is, I don’t know how to stop pretending.

“If you are not the most interesting person you know, then you’re doing it wrong.”

“Darling,” he says and tsk-tsks at me. “Good girls wait their turn.”

Our Darling.

Just the idea ignites a strange sort of flame in my gut. I’ve never been anyone’s. Not even my mother’s. She might have birthed me and did the best she could putting a roof over our heads, but she was never capable of being a mother.

Lost Boys are just misfits, the ones who don’t belong or who never wanted to grow up.”

This is a place of wild debauchery, a carnival ride that you never want to exit. I’ve always loved carnivals. The rides and the mischief.

She needs to know…there are no white knights here. Just monsters. And I am the worst one.

I look over my shoulder at Peter Pan. His pants are still unbuttoned, but his cock is tucked away. He’s disheveled and wild, the myth from the mythical island. Not boy, not man. A king.

I don’t know where I expected this night to go, but it wasn’t here. I am no longer lost. I think I might have finally been found.

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“Because in this world, and in yours, if you’re not the monster, then you’re the prey.