King of Nothing

KING OF NOTHING A DARK RH ROMANCE PETER PAN RETELLING BRUTAL NEVER BOYS 1 MONA BLACK CONTENTS King of Nothing Part I 1. Wendy 2. Wendy 3. Peter 4. Wendy 5. Tink 6. Wendy 7. Wendy 8. Colt 9. Peter 10. Wendy Part II 11. Wendy 12. Wendy 13. Peter 14. Wendy 15. Wendy 16. Wes 17. Wendy 18. Wendy 19. Wendy 20. Tink 21. Peter 22. Wendy Acknowledgments Lord of Shadows (Brutal Never Boys 2) Other books from Mona Black! About Mona Black Excerpt from Lord of Shadows (Brutal Never Boys 2) KING OF NOTHING BRUTAL NEVER BOYS 1 No man has ever managed to satisfy me—until Peter Pan carries me away to Neverland and now all bets are off… I never thought that there is another reality beyond this one. My life is normal—work, routine, a few disappointing flings—when a man grabs me from the street and carries me off to Neverland. A madman. Granted, he probably saved my life, and the island he has brought me to is beautiful, the sights including three more hunks like him. He says his name is Peter Pan and this is Neverland, he says they have been waiting for me and I may be the one… Yeah, he sounds like a madman, all right. A pity. He’s so pretty. And so are his friends. Peter and the Lost Boys, living on an island where the mermaids sing in the sea and creatures named Reds roam the land. It sounds like a fairytale. But if Peter is mad, the rest aren’t much better. Dark forces seem to be at work here, and I’m caught in a web of fear and doubt. The Lost Boys turn out to be violent, vicious men and I am their plaything. Caught in a web of desire and pleasure. Am I really the one they have been expecting? Can I save them? And do I even want to? NOTE: this book is first in a trilogy ending in a cliffy. It features mature situations with some dark themes and adult language. Warning for dubcon, blood, gun, & knife play, self-harm, violence, kidnapping, stalking, forced proximity, bondage, light BDSM, unhinged psycho men and M/M relationships. Also child abuse (past, off page) and rape involving the mains (past, off page). Only for +18 audiences. The trilogy has been written and all three books will be released by June. No AI was used in the creation of this book. King of Nothing (Brutal Never Boys 1) Copyright © Mona Black 2023 All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, events, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Published by Black Wing Press “Would you like an adventure now or would like to have your tea first?” Peter Pan (― J.M. Barrie) PART I “All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.” ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan 1 WENDY The sound of crashing waves always comes first. Booming, roaring around me, deafening. As if I’m caught in the middle of a gale. Then I feel the impact, the sudden forceful plunge into the cold, the water sucking me down, drowning me. Pressing on me. Above me, as I claw at the glittering surface, trying to swim back up, I see a pair of filmy white eyes. Clawed hands reach for me, pale designs writhing on them. A fanged mouth opens. Shadows slither around me, whispering, asking, murmuring. Monsters in the deep, grotesque faces, hungry, ravenous for flesh, for more, ready to suck out my soul… Until a strong hand closes around my arm, hauling me up, up, out of the water and onto dry land, where I gasp and flail like a stranded fish. Someone is calling my name. Shaking me. “Wendy…” I want to run, scream in terror, my heart slamming about inside my chest—but a body slams me down to the ground, grinding on top of me. There’s a growl in my ear. “Wendy, stop…” With a cry, I jerk awake from my usual nightmare and sit up in my narrow bed, drenched in sweat. Not real, I tell myself, needing the reminder as the sky outside my small window turns gray. Just a bad dream. This is real. This dingy room, the humidity in the walls, your worn slippers and robe, your shift starting way too early and yet late for someone who can’t sleep. Except to dream of hell. Rolling out of bed, I pad barefoot to the window, study the street below. No shadows. Nobody watching me. Except for a tall, broad-shouldered figure huddled inside a store entrance, but I think… I think he’s always been there. A homeless person. A junkie. I must have dropped a coin into his palm once in a while. I think. Shaking my head, I turn away, a headache blooming behind my eyes. I rub at my brow as I shuffle past my roomie’s door and into our tiny kitchenette. Gray light spills through the windows as I open cupboards hunting after my favorite drug. The elixir of the gods. You guessed it. Coffee. But oh, shit, we’re almost out of the precious brown powder, I realize when I open the box where we keep it. Oh no… But wait, there are a few spoonfuls left, so the world won’t end today, after all. Making a mental note to get another package after work, and maybe some ginger cookies, too, because Charlie likes them, I shovel coffee into the machine, pour in the water and start it brewing. The gurgling sound it makes is soothing, though I really just hope it’s not the sound of our coffee machine dying. My money is counted down