The Darkest Prince

THE DARKEST PRINCE JILLIAN FROST For the kinky girls who dream of being stalked and tied up by their book boyfriend. Taste me, you will see More is all you need Dedicated to How I'm killing you Metallica, “Master of Puppets” Author’s Note * * * The Darkest Prince is a dark romance told entirely from the point of view of a vigilante serial killer with no remorse. His thoughts are dark and dirty and, at times, unhinged. He’s a possessive hero who will do anything to get the man and woman who are the object of his obsession. This is an MMF romance, meaning the hero is sexually involved with both the female and male leads. You can expect smoking hot group scenes and a lot of sword-crossing. If that sounds like your jam, buckle up because Damian Salvatore is about to take you on one hell of a wild ride. Happy Reading! XO, Jill Also by Jillian Frost Princes of Devil’s Creek Cruel Princes Vicious Queen Savage Knights Battle King Boardwalk Mafia Boardwalk Kings Boardwalk Queen Boardwalk Reign Devil’s Creek Standalone Novels The Darkest Prince Wicked Union For a complete list of books, visit JillianFrost.com. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, both living or deceased, establishments, businesses, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2023 Jillian Frost All rights reserved. Editing by Erica Rogers | Logophile Editing Services 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 the written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 More of the Princes Join The Frost Society Also by Jillian Frost Get to know Jillian Frost About the Author Chapter One I love the sound flesh makes when my knife slashes through it. And as the life drains from a living being, I savor the moment it takes its final breaths. Thump. Thump. Thump. Sitting in the grass, with the perfect view of the bay, I filet the fish squirming in my hand. Its eyes widen, struggling to survive, desperate for another second of life. People make the same faces when they’re about to die. Some even beg for their lives. But once my mind is made up, there’s no turning back. As long as the pain disappears afterward, I don’t care who I hurt. At least I didn’t until my adoptive father discovered my secret that only Bastian knew. Arlo Salvatore adopted us when we were kids after our parents were killed in a fatal plane crash. He helped curb my urges and showed me how not to get caught. My kills have a purpose. I hear footsteps behind me. And before he sits beside me, I know it’s Bastian. My best friend. My adoptive brother. Bash is only three months older than me. We’ve been best friends since birth, and after tragedy ruined our lives, we became different people. Now, we share the same last name. We have a family again. Bastian puts his hand on my thigh, and I try to ignore the tingling sensation that spreads up my leg, hardening my cock. I like how he makes me feel. Excited. Turned on. Scared. Alive. “You’re making a mess.” Bastian digs his fingers deeper into my skin until I snap my head at him. “Damian, what are you doing?” What am I doing? Losing my fucking mind. Trying not to feel everything. For you. Bastian keeps me grounded. He’s the only person, besides our adoptive father, who can snap me out of my bloodlust. I need him. Want him. Crave him. “I was bored.” I drop the fish and the hunting knife on the ground and shrug. “Just killing time before we meet Carl Wellington’s granddaughter.” Bastian takes my hands between his and wipes the blood from my skin with the towel. “This has to stop. You promised to chill out with this shit.” His gray eyes meet mine, and I consider touching him. Pressing my lips to his. He won’t let me kiss him. Not on the lips. I know this. But I want to. Bastian only lets me indulge my fantasies whenever I can’t control myself, consumed by bloodlust, needing to kill again. Before he cleans off the last of the blood, I raise his hand to my mouth and suck his finger, licking it clean. His chest rises and falls faster, his eyes fixed on me. I know he likes it. He wants it. But he hates himself for having feelings for a man. He’s been brainwashed to feel shame every time. We’re not gay. I’ve never looked at another man and felt attraction. Desire. Bash is my exception, and I’m his. “D,” he groans and yanks his finger out of my mouth, wiping his hand on the towel. “Tonight is a big deal for Dad. You have to keep your shit together. We won’t get into The Founders Society without Alexandrea Wellington.” Technically, we don’t need to marry anyone. We were born into powerful, connected families. Before we became Salvatores, we could gain admittance into any exclusive club in the country. Bastian Kincaid. Damian Townsend. Our former last names guaranteed us a spot with the Founders. But the Salvatores are not from the United States and don’t have the same lineage as us. “I’ll be on my best behavior,” I tell him. “What do you think I was doing out here?” I roll my shoulders. “Just blowing off