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328 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 15, 2020
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Vandal murmured, kissing the back of my neck.
Zero rocked his hips. “Isn’t she?”
I shuddered, and both men groaned in appreciation.”




Logically, I was hot for Zero because I trusted him. Illogically, I was hot for Vandal because I didn’t trust him.


“What did Jamison do?” I asked, my heart speeding up as I slid onto the edge of my seat. Jamison was his most dastardly serial killer, and I might have been in love with him on the down low.
Vandal grumbled, scrubbing both hands over his face. “He keeps chatting with the people he’s supposed to kill.”
“Oh.”
I blinked up at him, probably looking pathetic with my lips parted and my brain melting out my ear.
“ I could forgive people many things if they laughed at my jokes. It was probably a personality flaw, but I couldn’t seem to help it.”

“You write?” he asked as if it made me far more interesting.
“I think most readers write, even if they never get serious about it. The written word is a powerful addiction.”
Yeah, this guy was as kinky as Vandal was. I never knew how I knew…I just knew. Kinkdar seemed to be like gaydar that way.

He looked wild and hard, like he raided villages for fun when he wasn’t barging into kitchens.
“It’s my plumage. Helps me attract a mate. Short-haired guys like Vandal have to rely entirely on their sparkling personalities.”
“I’m no monster, but I do contain one.”

In person, his resting expression was slightly evil—the kind of demon a girl would pay her priest not to exorcise.


“You’re lucky you made sex a hard limit, because I doubt you’d enjoy what I’d do to you.”
“How do you make me feel so out of control when I don’t even fucking like you?”
“I’m a jerk to pretty much everyone, but I have a special place in my heart for you.”


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“How did I go from thief, to interloper, to unwanted guest, to protégée?”
Maybe he wrote like a god and was promising to pay me a decent wage, but he was still an asshole.
He looked wild and hard, like he raided villages for fun when he wasn’t barging into kitchens.
Maybe he was here to raid us.
Was there a line for the wenching? Because I’d get in line.
Zero chuckled. “You’d better not punish me while you’re angry. Only bad doms do that.”
“I’m not a bad dom—I’m the worst dom.”
I shivered with revulsion and desire, hating him, hating anal, but still horny from the chase and being used.
He was fucking gorgeous and kinky, and he seemed to really like me when he wasn’t treating me like hot trash with a safeword.
I blinked up at him, probably looking pathetic with my lips parted and my brain melting out my ear.
In person, his resting expression was slightly evil—the kind of demon a girl would pay her priest not to exorcise.
“I’m no monster, but I do contain one.”
“Do forgive Zero for his weird sense of humor. I’d like to say I could force him to be on his best behavior for your stay here, but this is his best behavior. At least he still has pants on.”
Was I falling in love with one or both of them, or simply falling in love with feeling like I belonged somewhere?
Zero leaned closer and licked a tear from the corner of my eye, as though my fear was an aphrodisiac. The bastard was no better than Vandal—maybe worse in some ways. They fed off each other’s dangerous ideas in one continuous, ugly loop.
What would it be like to have that kind of close attachment to another person—that kind of bond? To have someone be cruel and violent because it was what you enjoyed, and trusting them to stop before it all became too much?



They were fun, lively, smart, moody, intense, hot. They fucked like demons, and they were brightly and passionately alive.
What would it be like to have that kind of close attachment to another person—that kind of bond? To have someone be cruel and violent because it was what you enjoyed, and trusting them to stop before it all became too much?

The use was fast and hard and looked horribly uncomfortable, and the vicious expression on Vandal's face was absolutely mesmerizing.
He had a gorgeous smile when he wasn't being a psychopath.
Ugh.
Why was I doing this without challenging them> Disobeying one of them was difficult enough - the double dose of dominance was overwhelming. It was also hot, which was really annoying.
It was hard not to squirm, but it was easier to focus on how much I wanted him to touch me instead of dwelling on how much I wanted him to love me.

