Page 10 of The Darkest Prince

He has so many fucking rules about us it makes my head spin. But fuck if I care. I want him and will take him any way I can.

“I’m taking her cherry.” A creepy smile stretches across his lips. “And if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you lick the blood from her pussy. But you have to behave yourself, Damian. You can’t lose your shit in front of her.”

I can’t be myself.

The predator.

The hunter.

My eyes flicker with excitement, and my skin tingles, set on fire by the thought of tasting her blood. Adrenaline floods my veins, making my heart race.

I like blood.

The taste.

The smell.

The texture.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a dog,” I snap at him. “You and Luca need to cut that shit out.”

“I know how you get with blood, D.” He gives me one of his shit-eating grins. “Not every girl bleeds a lot when they lose their virginity. But if she does, you better behave.” Bash tosses a wink at me. “You know what I mean.”

Yeah, I do.

The more blood I see, the worse I get. He’s been there for some of the kills. Bastian has even sat beside me while I chopped a body into pieces. Our adoptive father uses my sick need to kill to dispose of his enemies.

Our enemies.

He calls them justified kills. Arlo Salvatore is a sick and twisted man who uses his sons to do his bidding. When he adopted us, it was with a purpose. To use us for our last names in case his plans to leverage a marriage to get into The Founders Society didn’t work.

The final bell sounds, and Alex shuts her locker.

“Let’s go.” Bastian tugs on my jacket. “We’ll show our girl to her table. I’m starving.”

He grabs Alex’s wrist and drags her down the hallway toward the cafeteria. Alex swats at his muscular arm, doing her best to peel his hand from her body, but it’s useless.

Why does she even fight back?

Bastian releases a dark chuckle. “Stop fighting me, Cherry.”

Her eyes narrow at him, lip quivering. “My name isn’t Cherry, asshole.”

He stares at her for a moment and then winks. “It is now.”

Bastian forces her to sit at our table.

Luca gives Alex a menacing look as Bash shoves her into the chair. Students keep their distance from us, leaving the tables on each side open. We have ruled for the past four years, instilling fear into everyone.

Alex is the only person without the last name Salvatore allowed to sit at our table. She has no idea this is a privilege—an honor to eat with us.

This is our last year at Astor Prep. And after we graduate, we’ll leave for The Devil’s Knights initiation. Our father is the leader of the secret society. So it’s our birthright to become Knights. We’re like Masons, but we kill people and do illegal shit for profit.

Luca slides a tray across the table at Alex, his blue eyes colder than ice. “Eat. I’m not fucking a skinny twig.”

She glances down at the sandwich on the plate and scowls like the food is poisoned. And to my surprise, she pushes the tray at him.

“I wouldn’t fuck you if you paid me.”

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