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“I don’t care if you’re a Wellington.” Luca shot up from his chair, the metal legs scraping across the tiled floor. “That name means absolutely nothing to me. In this town, Salvatore is the only name that matters.” He pointed at the space in front of him on the floor. “Get over here.”I shook my head. “Dream on.”
Luca rounded the table, his nostrils flared. I slid off my chair, but I wasn’t fast enough.
He had my long blonde curls fisted in his palm, yanking me up from the chair. “Wanna try that again, Wellington whore?”
I elbowed him in the stomach, then stomped on his foot. “I’m not a whore.”
Despite my best efforts, his grip on my hair didn’t loosen. He palmed the back of my head until my knees hit the cold, tiled floor. “Kiss my boots like a good little slave.”
I looked up at the handsome prince and shook my head. “No. I did nothing wrong.”
“You exist,” he shot back with venom in his tone. “That’s enough.”
“Why do you hate me so much?”
“Ask your grandfather.” He smirked. “See if he’ll tell you the truth about why you’re really here.”
Despite my best efforts, his grip on my hair didn’t loosen. He palmed the back of my head until my knees hit the cold, tiled floor. “Kiss my boots like a good little slave.”
I looked up at the handsome prince and shook my head. “No. I did nothing wrong.”
“You exist,” he shot back with venom in his tone. “That’s enough.”
“Why do you hate me so much?”
“Ask your grandfather.” He smirked. “See if he’ll tell you the truth about why you’re really here.”
I hate the princes of Devil’s Creek.
Luca, Bastian, Marcello, and Damian.
For most of my life, no one wanted me… not until they needed me. Turns out I’m the lost heiress to a multi-billion dollar fortune and a pawn in their sick game.
They keep me locked in their seaside estate, completely at their mercy. All four of them are bullies, taking out their hatred for me in the form of punishments, each with their own reason for keeping me around.
I’m sick to want them.
It’s dangerous to need them.
I think I’m finding my place among these depraved monsters.
Except there’s one small problem.
They’re not the only men who want me.
There are far more dangerous men looking for the heir to the Wellington fortune… which means I’ll be staying in their beds and under their protection for the foreseeable future.
Jillian Frost is a dark romance author who believes even the villain deserves a happily ever after. When she's not plotting all the ways to disrupt the lives of her characters, you can usually find Jillian by the pool, soaking up the Florida sunshine.
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