Page 51 of Battle King (Princes of Devil's Creek 4)

Damian lifted me off Marcello and put me on my knees, quickly entering me from behind. “You’re so wet, Pet.” He was a madman, driving into me like he was losing control. “It’s been too long. Fuck.”

He fucked me for what felt like hours before he pulled out and pushed me onto my back. After that, it was Bash’s turn to make me scream. And then Damian was behind Bastian.

Damian came before Bastian, grunting our names. And when Bastian was about to come, he pulled out, coating my stomach and breasts with his cum.

Luca got off the bed and grabbed a warm towel. He cleaned me up and kissed my lips. “You’re perfect, Drea.”

Marcello and Bastian grunted in agreement.

Damian dropped to the bed beside me. “Perfect for us.”

ChapterTwenty

ALEX

Marcello’s birthday was one week before Christmas. Instead of doing something fun, he wanted to sit in the living room and wrap presents. He was in Dad Mode, cutting paper for the kids presents with precision. When he was in the zone, he looked so serious and determined.

So damn cute.

Bastian was beside us, helping Damian wrap a diamond tiara for Sofia. He had it designed by a jeweler in Italy to fit our baby girl’s little head. We’d be lucky if we could take one picture of her wearing it before it ended up on the floor.

“No, D,” Bastian groaned, tugging on the paper. “Like this. When are you going to learn how to wrap a fucking present?” He shook his head. “You can speak several languages fluently, but you can’t fold a piece of paper and put tape on it?”

Damian elbowed him, a smirk in place. “Why bother learning when I know you’ll do it for me?”

Bastian dropped the tape on the floor. “You’re an asshole.”

I gave them my best angry face. “No fighting, husbands.”

“We’re not fighting,” Bastian countered.

“You two have been at each other’s throats lately.”

“It’s just stress, Cherry.” Bastian got up from the floor and extended his hand to Damian as a peace offering. “Atlantic Airlines is going through a lot of changes.”

Damian took his hand and rose to his full height. “We’ve been together a long time.” He slid his arm across Bastian’s back, resting his hand on his hip. “It’s nothing serious, Pet.”

They were buying two smaller airlines and absorbing them into Atlantic Airlines. I knew nothing about running a company, but it sounded stressful. And I could tell by the dark circles under Bastian’s eyes that he was lying about getting the proper amount of sleep.

I stood between my three husbands, who circled me. “It’s Marcello’s special day. Be nice to each other.”

Marcello chuckled. “There’s nothing special about my birthday, princess.”

I stood on my tiptoes and hooked my arms around his neck. “Your twenty-fifth birthday is special to me. I got you something to celebrate.”

He was eighteen months younger than Luca. I often teased him that I was robbing the cradle.

“I told you no presents.” He kissed my lips, and his hands rested on my hips. “I already have everything I want.”

My lips brushed his. “I’m not your present.”

“You’re the only thing I want.” Marcello’s grip tightened around me. “I couldn’t ask for a better gift.”

A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. “Well, I didn’t pay for your present if it makes you feel better. I painted it.”

“Oh.” His eyebrows rose in curiosity. “Let me see it.”

He loved when I surprised him with art. So technically, I stuck to the no-present rule.

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