Page 13 of The Darkest Prince

Furious, I threw out my arm to block her path. She’s going to fucking pay for this. Our little pawn thinks she’s so clever. From day one at this school, she’s acted like she can do whatever she wants. But we owned her the second she moved to Devil’s Creek.

Bastian grits his teeth and tugs on the gold tie hanging loosely around his neck. “Clean it up. Now.”

Alex gets in his face. “Make me.”

I push down on her head to force her to kneel. “Lick the coffee off our shoes.”

She smacks my hand away, surprisingly strong for a girl who needs to gain another twenty pounds not to look emaciated. “Fuck you!”

“Stick out your tongue, Pet,” I growl, hoping she keeps talking back. “Or you’ll be sucking my dick instead.”

She slides backward across the tile so she’s out of my grasp. It’s funny how she assumes we’re going to let her go.

Alex rises to her full height, pushing out her chest. “If you put your dick near my mouth, I’m biting it off.”

If only she knew what the future holds for her. She’s going to be sucking all of our dicks in no time. We have plans for our Wellington prize, including breaking her in every way possible.

But what’s even more exciting about Alex is that she’s already broken. Her bitch mom did that for us. She locked her in closets and made her fear the dark. But she’ll soon find out we not only live in the dark, we thrive in it.

“You’re ours to command.” An evil smirk tugs at Bastian’s mouth. “Ours to break.”

She tips her head back and laughs. But we’re not laughing. And we don’t find what she did the least bit funny.

Alex scoffs at the idea. “Not a chance.”

“Fight us,” Bastian challenges with fire behind his words. “We like playing with our food.”

She attempts to walk away, and Bastian latches onto her arm, yanking her backward and into his chest. “Where do you think you’re going, Cherry? We’re not done with you.”

Bastian decided he’d never call her by name.

“I’m not touching either of you,” she says like she has a choice. “So you might as well quit while you’re ahead.” Her pretty blue eyes flick back to Bastian. “And stop calling me Cherry.”

He slams his locker.

In one swift motion, Bastian pins Alex’s arms above her head, holding her against the locker. He makes room for me, knowing I want in on the action.

I step forward and run my hand up her inner thigh, shoving up her skirt for anyone in the hallway to see. I’m blocking most of the view with my body, but still, someone could catch a glimpse.

My heart pounds with each inch I take closer to her pussy. Her chest rises and falls as our eyes meet, her breathing labored. I enjoy making people uncomfortable.

It’s my specialty.

Most people say I freak them out. I make them feel weird because I rarely speak and mostly stare. Bastian says my death glare could scare the Devil back to Hell. He worries I’ll snap, and he’ll lose me. His biggest fear is abandonment after losing everyone he loves.

Everyone but me.

As my hand inches higher, a whimper escapes Alex’s plump lips. She likes how this feels. I can tell by the desire lighting up her eyes, the hardening of her nipples through the white dress shirt.

But she also hates herself for liking how I make her feel. This is something she shares with Bash. They both want me and deny themselves.

I bunch the soft fabric around Alex’s hips while Bash holds her tighter. Her black pump falls onto the floor. And I take a second to savor the feel of her soft skin as I wrap her leg around me. Bastian lets go of her hands, and my eyes drop to his cock.

He wants her, too.

Fuck, I want them both.

Bastian moves behind Alex and presses his big cock into her ass while I mold my chest to hers. Sandwiched between us, she has nowhere to run. And we like her at our mercy.

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