Page 6 of Battle King (Princes of Devil's Creek 4)

Luca's nose brushed my earlobe. "You have one job right now. Take care of Leonardo and Michelangelo. Too much stress isn't good for them."

While we were standing in the Sistine Chapel, staring at the world's most beautiful fresco, their names popped into my head.

Legends.

Creators.

Innovators.

Our boys would be just as legendary one day and needed strong names to carry on the Salvatore legacy. Besides, Luca wanted one of them to have the same initials as him.

Bastian inched his hand up my thigh, pushed up my dress, and nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck. "How about we finish what we started on the beach?"

"She needs a stress release," Damian commented. "Isn't that right, Pet?"

He leaned forward on the bench across from me, staring at me with his usual predatory gaze. And when he licked his blood-red lips, my insides melted like lava. Even after all this time, my husbands still sparked the same wicked desire inside me.

I lifted my sundress and gave him a little show. "Come play with me, Damian."

He slid off the bench and crawled over to me. My God, I loved when he was like this. It seemed crazy to me that I used to fear him. But that fear quickly turned to desire.

Before we left the villa in Calabria, I took a shower and didn't bother to put on panties. So I moved my hand between my thighs and touched myself for Damian.

Bastian leaned over and kissed my neck. "Are you teasing us, Cherry?" He shoved the curls off my shoulder and licked the length of my neck. "You taste so fucking good. I want to eat you."

Damian's eyes flicked between us as Bastian tortured me with his hot kisses. My sexy hunter gripped the backs of my thighs, looking up at me as he licked me straight down the center.

"Oh, God," I moaned, gripping a handful of his hair. "Damian."

All of my guys treated me like a queen and devoured me. But there was something special about Damian. Even Bastian agreed with me on that. Because whenever he put his mouth on us, we were both fucking dead.

Bastian stroked the hair on Damian's neck as he ate my pussy. Marcello stopped typing and grabbed himself over his pants.

"Make our wife cum," Luca ordered.

Of course, he was always in control. None of us ever complained because what was the point? Luca would always be a little bit of an asshole.

With my legs over Damian's shoulders, I leaned back and tugged his hair. He was so beautiful, perfect in every way.

I screamed his name and rode his face like a greedy bitch. His tongue felt so damn good I didn't want him to stop. But as I came down from my high, he sucked on my clit one last time, his lips glistening with my cum.

"Bedroom," I muttered, releasing my grip on Damian's hair. "Now. All of you." I raised my hand to beckon Marcello, who had his left hand on the keyboard. "You, too, husband. Take a break."

Marcello's face brightened with a smile that touched his blue eyes. When I first moved into the house, he used to look so sad. Now, whenever I caught him looking at me, there was a softness around his eyes. He seemed at peace until today.

Our lives would never be simple.

My husbands promised we would always have to look over our shoulders. There would always be another enemy, another threat. It was the nature of the Knights' business, and as their queen, I had to slap on a smile. I had to pretend it wasn't killing me to lose one of my Knights.

What if I lost one of my men?

I couldn't bear it.

ChapterFour

ALEX

Luca and Bastian helped me up from the leather bench. My stomach was so damn big. It was like having my body invaded by aliens. These boys never seemed to sleep on my schedule and constantly bugged me.

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