Wicked Heinous Heirs (Heirs of All Hallows’, #0.5)

by Caitlyn Dare

For Oakley and the other sons of the founding families of Saints Cross, being an Heir is a rite of passage. One that will see them transform into more unbearable, arrogant, and cocky arseholes than they already are.

My father’s initials are etched on one of those chairs, just as Elliot and Theo’s dads are.

Having her in my possession to do with as I please for the night seems like the perfect opportunity for us to have a little… chat, shall we say.

My heart thrashes in my chest that she’s about to escape and I’m going to lose my opportunity to get close to her.

Look out, little Olive. The big bad wolf is coming to play.

Reese Baron Whitfield-Brown. The bane of my existence.

But I can’t deny the hum of power in my veins as Reese runs his hand up my thigh.

And I realise in this moment, he might hate me—but he also wants me.

Even more terrifyingly, I realise that maybe a small part of...

Not because I like him or am even attracted to him beyond his physical appearance, but because for once, just once, I want to know what it feel...

“You’re wet for me, aren’t you, little liar.”

“Reese, please…” Blood roars in my ears as my body melts under his possessive, filthy touch. “We can’t.”

“Oh, but we can.” He grins. “Hate sex will blow your mind.”

“I don’t just hate you, Olive. I want to fucking ruin you.”

“You bastard.” “Never claimed to be anything else.”

“How does it feel, knowing that every time you’re with a guy from here on out, you’ll always think of this moment? The moment I almost fucked you.”