Page 28 of The Darkest Prince

She cozies up on his lap and leans into his chest, rubbing his public display of affection in Stacey and Carrie’s faces. I don’t even think Alex likes Luca. But when the cheerleaders snap their heads at them, green with envy, Alex flicks her hair over her shoulder and smiles.

“Keep grinding on my dick like that, baby girl,” Luca growls in her ear, digging his fingers into her thigh. “I will bend you over this table and tear your hymen to shreds.”

“Luca.” She gasps. “No, you won’t.”

His hand slides up her leg, inching beneath her skirt. “Yes. I. Will.” He bites out each word, speaking slowly but with heat behind each word. “Don’t fucking test me, woman. I’ll break the deal I made with my brothers to spite you.”

Alex narrows her eyes at him. “What deal?”

“Not your concern.” He shakes his head and lifts her off his lap. “Go sit with my brothers.”

She glances across the table at Bash and me for answers.

Neither of us responds.

Bastian stuffs a slice of pizza into his mouth and ignores her question. I shrug, leaving her to wonder what tricks we have up our sleeves.

The suspense is killing her.

Alex drops into the chair beside me, placing her hand on my knee. “So, what are you three hiding from me?”

“Nothing,” I lie.

She doesn’t need to know we have no intention of making her choose which of us she will marry. Because once she gets a taste for us, she won’t want to let any of us go.

That’s always been the plan. But Luca’s changed his mind about her.

Well, sort of.

He’s still lukewarm about marrying Alex. Despite his recent actions, he still hates her family. No amount of time will change that. But he’s coming around to the idea of having her in his life.

Besides, our father will kill Luca if he screws this up for our family. They need this marriage and can’t afford to let her slip through their fingers over a feud.

Arlo thought he could adopt Bastian and me as a favor to Bastian’s grandfather. But that plan backfired. Fitzgerald Archibald Adams IV never intended to let the Salvatores into The Founders Society. Marriage is the only way, and so is having an heir with Founders’ blood.

Alex stares at me, mentally probing me for answers. But I’m not telling her shit. If Luca wants her to know, he will tell her. We don’t break the deals we make with each other, regardless of what he said to her.

I hook my arm around her and pull her onto my lap. Our little virgin is always horny and easily distracted. So I reach under her skirt, skimming the hem of her panties.

Today, she’s wearing black lace that feels amazing on my fingertips. And she smells sweet, like sugar and sex.

“Damian.” She swats at my hand. “What are you doing? People are right there.”

“Hasn’t stopped us before.” I tilt her head back and suck on her neck as I shove her panties to the side. “Do you want to come, Pet?”

She no longer cares about what anyone at this school thinks and nods. “Oh, God,” she moans when my fingers breach her wet folds. As usual, she’s dripping for us. “Yes.”

No one pays any mind to us. They act like we’re not here, all while watching us out of the corners of their eyes. But she doesn’t know that.

Our girl hasn’t attended Astor Prep long enough to know we always have the attention of everyone in the room. It comes with being a Salvatore.

Bastian grips her thigh, spreading her legs wider for him to see how wet she is for us. “Look at my sweet Cherry. Baby, you’re dripping on Damian’s hand.” His eyes dart across the table to Luca. “Your pussy gets wetter the meaner Luca is to you. Isn’t that right?”

She leans back against my chest, clutching my thighs, and moans.

“Squeeze my fingers, Pet.” I suck on her earlobe and shove another finger inside her tight pussy. “I’m not stopping until your cum soaks my pants.”

“Damian,” she whispers, riding my hand like a good girl.

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