The Dark One (Vicious Lost Boys, #2)

by Nikki St. Crowe

Maybe it does. Maybe we’re all a little fucked up and vile. Maybe that’s why I feel like I might actually belong here.

“I am a king,” he says, a little drunk. “I do what I want.” “You keep telling yourself that.” “We don’t do exclusive.” Pan says the latter like its edged in ick. “Are you trying to convince me?” Vane counters. “What the fuck is she going to do about it?” Pan says. Vane leans back in his chair and opens his book. He’s always got a book within reach. “She’ll checkmate your ass before you even know you’re sitting at the board.” Kas says to me, When

“We are four very hungry men. Do you really think you’re capable of keeping up with our appetites?”

“Please, Darling,” I add. “Let me take care of you.” Wetness springs to her eyes and I think she’s never had a gentle hand in her life. I can be brutal and fuck her and treat her like my whore, but I will care for her when she’s wounded and she will submit to it, and I will prove to her that she can have both from me. I will not betray her when she needs me the most.

I’m not usually territorial. I don’t usually care enough to bother. But every inch of her pale skin is territory I want to conquer and make mine.

God, I must be corrupt because hearing his praise after a murder makes me glow.