Page 1 of The Darkest Prince

ChapterOne

I lovethe 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.

Ineedhim.

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.”

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