Page 14 of The Darkest Prince

She better remember later when she’s complaining to her twin brother that she started it. We would have left her alone if she hadn’t dumped coffee on us.

This is on her.

I bet she’s wet and ready for us, so I push her panties to the side.

“Damian,” she whimpers.

People whisper on the other side of the hallway, our names floating from their mouths. Everyone talks about us. It doesn’t matter if we’re at school or shopping in town. The Salvatores and the other founders of Devil’s Creek are always the topics of conversation among these nosy assholes.

Keeping my focus on Alex, I lick my lips and use my finger to test her wetness, dragging it down her slit.

Fuck, she’s so wet.

Soaked.

I repeat the same motion several times until she moans for me.

That’s it, Pet.

Sing for me.

She closes her eyes, and I smirk when she opens them again.

I pry her lips open and stuff my finger into her mouth. “Suck it.”

She follows my order and takes my finger into her mouth. Goddamn, I can’t wait to fuck all of her holes.

“Are you sorry, Cherry?” Bash buries his face in her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. “Answer me.”

“No,” she mutters. “This changes nothing. I still hate both of you.”

Bastian flashes a set of pearly white teeth and chuckles. “Your pussy says otherwise.”

I stare at her beautiful face, considering my next move. Not like I care about getting to class, but the bell is about to ring. She needs to maintain her grades, or she won’t have the GPA she needs to get into the fancy art school Luca is pulling strings for her to attend in the fall.

Despite being a bunch of mean assholes, we don’t hate her. Luca says he does, but his actions prove otherwise. He wouldn’t have used his dead mother’s name to help Alex get accepted into the Rhode Island School of Design if he hated her.

Evangeline Franco graduated from RISD and became one of the world’s most successful painters. And Alex aspires to be just like Evangeline.

“You don’t own me,” Alex says to me with fire behind her words.

I clutch her chin, smearing her juices on her pretty, pale skin. “Yes, I do.”

She’s beautiful but not very smart. I’m the last person she wants to fuck with. I’m the least reserved of all my brothers when pushed outside my comfort zone. I could accidentally hurt her in a moment of blind rage or bloodlust.

I think of her body smeared in blood, and a sick feeling rushes over me. A calming wave that glides over my skin like water spilling onto the beach.

My hunting knives are right there. In my locker. I could easily reach in and grab my leather kit and show her what Ireallylike.

Bastian senses my mood and moves out from behind her. He wraps his hand around her throat, pressing his nose to her cheek. “No one is coming to save you.” With his free hand, he grabs her pussy. “We own you now, pretty girl.”

She rolls her eyes. “No, you don’t.”

Bastian leans forward and bites her bottom lip, tugging on it with his teeth. “You’re here because we willed it. And you will stay in Devil’s Creek until we’re done playing with you.”

“I’m not a toy,” she says with conviction. “You can make all the deals you want, but I will never be yours.”

I laugh at her feistiness, getting sick of listening to her talk back. So I slide my hand beneath her chin and pull her closer. “If I tell you to suck my cock, you get on your knees like a good little whore.”

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