Page 15 of The Darkest Prince

“I’ve never done that before,” she mutters, not realizing how much this turns me on.

We want to train her.

If she thinks her confession will scare us, she has much to learn about men and their desires. And now that I’m thinking about training my precious Pet, I decide to test her by shoving my fingers into her mouth.

She chokes when I push them back too far.

I laugh.

So does Bash.

“We’ll have to work on her gag reflex,” I tell Bastian. “This won’t do.”

“I wouldn’t trust your dick anywhere near my mouth,” she says, but the words are muffled.

I shake my head. “We’re going to teach you, Pet.”

“We?”

Bastian laughs. “You think you’re getting one of us without the other? Not a chance. All four of us asked for you. Even Marcello wants a piece of Wellington pussy. Our father was happy to oblige.”

“Why do you want me?” Alex breathes harder as the panic sets in, looking for an escape route. “You don’t even know me.”

Because I like touching my Pet, I trace my fingers down the side of her body a few times before my hand settles on her hip. “For the same reason all predators hunt.”

“This is a sport to you,” she guesses.

The bell rings, and she lets out a breath of air. She’s in luck that we don’t have any afternoon classes together.

Luca appears from around the bend, reaching down to zip his pants. He’s gotten his dick sucked in the middle of the hallway. It doesn’t matter to him if anyone sees. I think he secretly likes when people watch him. It only adds to his narcissistic need to be the center of attention.

“Where were you?” Bastian asks him.

He winks. “I put Stacey Carlton’s mouth to good use.” Luca’s eyes land on Alex, a menacing glare in them. “Speaking of mouthy women, how is this one behaving?”

“She’s not.” Bastian shrugs. “But she’ll learn.”

“Yes, master,” she deadpans.

Good girl.

A satisfied grin tugs at my mouth. “See, she’s catching on already.”

ChapterSix

Sittingthrough my next class is unbearable. Even after smoking a blunt with Luca, I still can’t get my head on straight. Adrenaline floods my veins like a shot of heroin working through my system.

My hands shake uncontrollably as I reach into my pocket and grab my cell phone. I text Bash with 9-1-1, telling him to meet me in the faculty bathroom, where we will have privacy.

He knows the drill.

Whenever I have urges, he feeds my demons. We can’t have people see me lose control, so he does whatever is necessary to help me. This wouldn’t have happened if my Pet didn’t provoke me. She tossed the coffee at our feet and brought out the monster inside me.

I get an instant response from Bash and slide out of my chair, shoving the phone into my pocket. The teachers know better than to ask where I’m going when I get up and leave in the middle of class. Mr. Houston’s eyes lift momentarily and then go back to the whiteboard.

When we first started school at Astor Prep, the teachers tried to control us. But one call from our father to the headmaster squashed that shit real quick. To lose our family’s money would be detrimental to this institution.

I power walk down the hallway and rush into the bathroom. My hands tremble so badly I can barely flick open the button of my pants. Leaning against the wall, I wait for Bastian to enter the room seconds later with the same needy look in his eyes.

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