Page 48 of Vicious Queen (Princes of Devil's Creek 2)

The room fogged with steam. Damian grunted with each rough tug on his cock, begging me with his eyes for more.

I heard the bathroom door creak open behind me. The scent of her vanilla body wash filled the room. Damian stared at Alex over my shoulder, then his eyes shifted to me. I didn’t bother to break stride, continued jerking his cock, so he could rid himself of the demons. So he wouldn’t take this shit out on our girl. I knew what he wanted when he looked at her.

Not fucking happening.

While my other men were dealing with business, Marcello sat beside me on the balcony. I had a sketch pad rested on my thigh, a charcoal pencil in my hand. We sat mostly in silence, listening to the waves crash below on the beach. I liked this about Marcello. The silence was oddly comforting and felt so natural, like we’d known each other our entire lives and didn’t need words to communicate.

He’d taken me down to his spy shed earlier, so he could monitor some of the security feeds around Devil’s Creek. I never had time alone, and I was okay with that. After the attack at The Mansion, I didn’t feel safe without one of them by my side.

Around ten o’clock, I heard two sets of shoes slap the floor in the hallway and shot up from the chair. I dropped the sketch pad and pencil onto the table beside me and walked into my room.

Marcello placed his hand on my back. “That’s my cue, princess. You’re spending the night with Bash.”

I wrapped my arms around his middle and laid my head on his muscular chest.

“I’ll be home in the morning.” He kissed my forehead and released me from his grasp. “If you need anything, call me, okay?”

I nodded.

He tapped my ass lightly, a playful smile on his lips. “Go see Bash. He’ll help you get to sleep.”

Then he left my room in a hurry.

We talked little about his job. But I knew the basics. He was the head of security at Salvatore Global, and the leader of Alpha Command, a team of mercenaries for hire. I wasn’t sure what that side of his business entailed.

I poked my head into the hallway lit by sconces. Roman was on duty tonight, posted up at the end of the corridor. I stepped into the hall and headed left, past Damian’s bedroom and into Bastian’s. The room was empty, which was odd because I heard them come home. Even Marcello seemed to think they were here.

A pile of clothes trailed across the floor and went straight to the ensuite bathroom. Then I heard the water running behind the closed door.

I stripped off my clothes as I moved toward the bathroom and pushed open the door a crack. My eyes widened at the feral grunts that were so loud and angry I was excited, but also slightly freaked out.

And then I saw them.

Bastian and Damian naked in the shower together. I watched them through the foggy glass doors, my lips parted in surprise. Now I understood why they were so close. Because they were into each other.

Oh. My. God.

Bastian held Damian against the wall with one hand wrapped around his throat and the other stroking his big cock. But Damian wasn’t submitting to him. He squeezed his hand around Bastian’s throat, his eyes rolling into the back of his head with each groan.

I leaned against the door frame, peeking into the steamy room like some creepy stalker. Once I laid eyes on them, I couldn’t stop staring. My skin heated as if flames danced up and down my arms and legs. Already naked, I cupped my breast and massaged my painfully sore nipple while I rubbed my thumb over my clit.

Skin slapped, their grunts filling the air. As I stood in the doorway, my nipples pebbled. Liquid heat pooled between my legs. Even though I couldn’t see them clearly, the sounds alone were enough to spark something inside me.

What the hell is wrong with me?

A hand snaked around my middle, then another covered my mouth. “Shh,” he whispered against the shell of my ear.

I leaned back against his muscular chest and felt his hard cock digging into my ass. His hand slid up my stomach and over my breasts. Slow and steady, he took his sweet ass time exploring my body. My skin scorched from his touch, like it was about to set on fire.

A moan slipped from my throat as he rolled his thumb over the aching bud. He bent me forward with force. Breathing hard, I pressed my palm to the wall in front of me. A rough hand slid down my stomach and rubbed my clit.

His tongue glided across the back of my neck, his teeth grazing my hot flesh as he plunged two fingers inside me. I rocked my hips to meet each of his thrusts as he stretched me out.

I licked his hand, and he groaned in my ear. Heat spread down my arms, igniting a fire inside me, bringing me back to life. I closed my eyes and listened to the groans in the room, riding out my high as I came on his fingers.

Luca unzipped his pants, pressing the tip of his cock at my entrance. “Don’t say a word,” he said before sucking my earlobe into his mouth and plunging his cock inside me. “Don’t scream. It’s better if they don’t know we’re here.”

“How did you know where to find me?” I whispered.

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