Page 27 of The Darkest Prince

There’s a dark side to Alex Wellington she hides beneath her gorgeous surface. On the outside, she looks like an heiress. Beautiful. Manicured. But make no mistake, our girl is wild, begging to be free.

Alex’s head snaps to me as if she can feel me watching her. A smile curls up the corners of her mouth. “What are you looking at?”

Invading her personal space, I lean forward so our elbows touch on the table. “You.”

“Yeah?” Her blue eyes light up. “Do I have something on my face? You keep looking at me like I do.”

I shake my head.

She slides her chair closer until our thighs brush under the table. Her hand rests on my leg, too close to my cock that’s growing harder with each second. “You stare at me a lot when you don’t think I notice.”

I shrug, seeing no point in denying the truth. “So? You got a problem with it, Pet?”

She smiles. “I’m not a pet, Damian.”

I grab her hand that keeps running up and down my leg and hold it over my cock. “Feel this, Pet?”

She nods, licking her lips.

Clutching her wrist, I guide her hand, and she rubs my dick over the top of my pants. “This is what you do to me.”

Bash leans over Alex, staring at me with a smirk plastered on his face. “Ooh, I want to play.”

She has no idea what he really means. When the time comes, she’ll learn all about our relationship. Alex will be taking both of our cocks at the same time. And if my brothers get their way, she’ll be fucking all four of us.

“Then play with us,” Alex coos, licking her glossy red lips as she unzips my pants.

How did we get this lucky?

When we first learned of the big pharma princess, we thought she’d be a stuck-up bitch. But not Alex. She’s been down to earth from the start and easy for us to mold.

Easy to train.

She takes orders well and doesn’t give us shit now that she knows what to expect.

Bastian hikes up her skirt high enough for me to see the new panties I bought her. All week, I have ripped off a pair each day, only to reward her with new ones.

She likes this game.

I do, too.

“See through,” Bash says with a wicked smirk, taking a good look at the black lace that leaves zero to the imagination. “Mmm… Cherry, you’re already wet for us.” He pushes the fabric inside her and whispers, “Your pussy is begging to be fucked.”

A soft moan slips past her lips. “Bash.” Her eyes drift to me when he thrusts inside her again. “Damian.”

I love the way she says my name.

But before we can get started, the bell rings.

Stupid fucking bell.

“To be continued, Cherry.” Bash licks the cum from his fingers and kisses her cheek. “We can play while we eat lunch.”

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Of course,Luca messes up our plans. He yanks Alex onto his lap, curling his arm around her with possession. He’s been acting strangely for weeks. Whenever Bash or I touch her, he steals her away.

The tension between the three of us is thicker than syrup. While he hasn’t outright said anything, Luca claims Alex for himself, fucking up the deal we made.

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