The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess

“Say it like you mean it, darling,” he purred, leaning in and licking my neck, “and I might stop.”

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My mother got remarried… and cursed me in the process.

I thought moving into this mansion would be the worst part of it. I was wrong.

Because living here means living under the same roof with them.

The Varkas brothers.

Beautiful. Dangerous. Possessive.

And absolutely, devastatingly off-limits.

They call me “stepsister.”

But the way they look at me? The way they touch me?

It’s anything but brotherly.

There’s something wrong with them. Something not… human.

I can feel it in the way their eyes flash when they’re angry.

In the way their bodies burn hotter than they should.

In the way they move, like predators in the dark.

I don’t know what they are.

But I know one thing… whatever’s hunting me now, I won’t survive it.

Not if I keep letting them close.

Not if I keep letting them ruin me with their hands, their mouths, their filthy words.

I should run.

I should fight.

But the truth is… part of me doesn’t want to escape.

Because whatever they are…

I crave it.

And once they claim me, there’s no coming back.

One more thing… All three of them touch me, all three of them make me feel things, but there’s one in particular…

One…

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: A fair warning before you open this book; this isn't a sweet romance kind of book. It’s dark, filled with sensual fantasies, fleshing longings, erotic musings, and lots, and lots of smut. So if this is your kind of vibe, “Welcome, princess and make sure you wear your seat belt.” But if this is not, then…

My Mother Is Getting Married

I had never understood how people got excited, or happy, or sad. I never understood how they laughed so hard until their eyes watered, or how they cried just as hard and their eyes got all swollen.

I don't think I have ever felt those emotions before, even as a child.

I think… whatever makes people feel things like joy, or excitement, or even sadness, maybe that was never built in me. Like a missing set of cells. Or maybe it just burned out before I ever got to use it.

The only emotions I ever felt, that were familiar, like old friends, were hate, rage, fear, and lust—the latter had developed when I hit puberty, and the other three… well, for as long as I could remember.

And right now what I was feeling was rage. Pure rage that made me tremble.

“What?” I asked my mother, my fists clenched so tight, my nails dug into my palm, piercing skin. “You’re getting married?”

“Uh-huh,” she answered, grinning from ear to ear as she watched the diamond ring on her finger—her engagement ring. The diamond hit the sun and reflected, glowing. “Oh! Look at that!”

“It's barely been a month,” I reminded her, my voice shaking. “His body has just