Page 11 of Vicious Queen (Princes of Devil's Creek 2)

He stuffed his hands into his pockets and glared at me. “You believe him?”

“I think he did it for Bash, but it doesn’t matter. At least he tried.” I inched my hand higher up his arm, and he stiffened from my touch as I invaded his personal space. “That’s all I want from you. Just stop being such an asshole all the time. Stop pushing me away.”

He studied my face, regarding me with curiosity. Like he didn’t know what to make of my declaration.

“I know it’s hard for all of you to let go of your hatred. But it’s the only way this arrangement will ever work.”

He removed his hands from his pockets and placed one of them on my lower back. “Are you reconsidering my proposal?”

“No.” I pressed my chest against his and put my palm over his heart. “But I will think about it. You need to give me some time. And I swear to God, you better not try to break my finger to put that ring on it.”

His nose wrinkled, and then his lips stretched into a thin line. “It won’t come to that. You’ll change your mind.”

“Okay,” Bash said, his voice a few octaves louder than normal. “Now that we’ve all kissed and made up, can we order some food? I’m fucking starving.”

Marcello reached for a room service menu on the table and threw it at Bastian. “Order one of everything.”

Damian rubbed his toned stomach. “I can eat.”

But when he said it, he licked his lips, staring right at my pussy. A flush of heat rolled down my arms, spreading to my legs as I thought about last night. He ate my pussy like he would never eat another thing in his life. And for a moment, I held his gaze, communicating I wanted him to do that again.

Marcello noticed the exchange and laughed. Damian raised his hand and beckoned me with his finger. I slipped out of Luca’s embrace and climbed onto his lap. He flatted my back on the couch and ripped off Sonny’s black boxers in one fell swoop.

“You guys can eat whatever you want. I’m not hungry for anything else,” he said right before his tongue parted my slick folds.

His fingers etched into my thighs as he lifted my legs over his shoulders. He ate me like he’d never taste another woman if he didn’t properly devour me.

“You’ll let this psycho do whatever he wants to you.” Luca shook his head and blew out a deep breath as he approached the couch. “But not me?”

I raised my hand and gestured for him to come closer. “Get over here.”

Luca closed the distance between us. Bastian hopped off the couch and was at my side within seconds. He beat Luca to the space in front of my head and started stripping off his clothes.

“Get the fuck out of my way, Bash.” Luca gripped the back of his neck and pulled hard. “You took her virginity. It’s our turn now.”

I gasped at his comment, then my eyes drifted up to Bastian. “So it was you?”

He nodded.

“The whole time?”

“Yeah, Cherry. You rode my cock like a good girl.” His lips brushed mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as Damian drove his tongue into me. “Your cherry was always mine. Isn’t that right, baby?” He stroked his fingers across my cheek. “Mine.”

“I couldn’t tell you apart, it was so dark. None of you talked.”

“But you knew,” he said against my lips.

“I’m glad it was you, Bash.”

He kissed me one more time and then moved over a few cushions to make room for Luca, who sat at my head. Luca didn’t waste any time stripping off his clothes. His chest was bare and marred with dozens of scars from his abusive childhood.

“D, time to flip her over,” Luca ordered.

Damian stopping licking me, and then quickly gripped my hips and turned me onto my stomach. He pulled me toward him and then bent me forward so I could palm the cushion.

Luca kneeled in front of me. His cock was so long and thick, I wondered how I fit him in my mouth last night. I was a little tipsy by the time we went upstairs to the room. But now that I was sober and seeing him in the light, holy fuck.

Luca was huge.

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