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He’s not afraid to express his feelings toward her in public. They’re not lurking in the shadows, hiding their dirty deeds from the world.

“What does love feel like?” I ask because I have no idea.

He rips the hunting knife from my hand and drops it onto the bed. “It feels like… The way I feel about you but different.”

“How is it different?” I slide off him, annoyed. “Because she’s a woman, and that makes everything right in your head?”

“No,” he growls. “Fuck, Damian. What is your problem?” Bash leans back against a stack of pillows, blood dripping from his wound and sliding down his stomach. “I don’t have different feelings for you because you’re a man. That doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does,” I challenge. “It matters. Public perception is important to you.”

“We have to protect our family,” he fires back. “If The Founders ever found out about us, they would never let our dad and brothers into The Society. You know that. So fuck…” He tugs at the ends of his hair. “Stop giving me shit about it.”

“Sorry,” I blurt out, but I don’t mean it.

“Luca will never love her.” He scrubs a hand across his jaw and sighs. “And I hate that he gets to keep her.”

I move beside him, shoving a pillow behind me to prop myself against the headboard. “What are you gonna do about it?”

He shrugs. “What can I do? After everything Dad has done for us, I can’t fuck up his chances of getting into The Founders Society. Alex is their only option.”

“We’ll always have each other.” I put my hand over the top of his on the mattress. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know, D. Don’t worry.” His head snaps to me. “I’m not leaving you either. But I need some time to decompress. Luca’s got my head all fucked up over her.”

“I can kill him,” I suggest as a possible solution to our problem.

He laughs, thinking I’m kidding. Luca is my brother, but Bash is my everything. I’d do anything for him. And I don’t like seeing him upset or hurt.

“I doubt Luca would be that easy to kill. That motherfucker is a demon straight out of Hell. Thanks for the offer, though.”

I lay back on a pillow, and Bash curls up beside me. He throws his arm over my stomach and breathes on my neck. “I can’t give you everything you want. Not now, anyway. But you and me? We’re forever. Nothing will ever change that. It’s always been us against the world.”

ChapterThirteen

Alex is so fucking beautiful,lying beneath me with a sweet smile on her lips as I shove my cock past her wet folds. I pull out and slam back into her again, fucking her tight pussy until she screams for me. The bedroom smells of sex and sweat, and the only scent we’re missing is blood.

I want to taste her.

But I don’t get the chance because Bastian is behind me, lubing my asshole with his finger. My cock twitches inside her. If Bash keeps this shit up, I’m going to explode any second.

“Fuck me, Bash.” I reach behind me and grab his shaft. “Don’t hold back.”

It’s finally happening.

This is the moment I have waited years to experience with him. Bastian likes to deny me, but he’s wanted this for almost as long as me. It just took him longer to realize it.

A feral grunt rips from my throat when Bash replaces his finger with the tip of his fat cock. He stretches me out good and slowly inches inside me.

It burns, but I’m used to the pain.

I like when it hurts.

Once he’s completely inside me, he grunts in my ear, sucking on my skin. “Fuck, Damian. You feel so good.”

“See what you’ve been missing,” I toss back at him as I fuck our girl, doing my best to match his rhythm.

He clutches my shoulder and bites down on my skin, tugging on my flesh hard enough to mark me. I hope he does because I want a visible reminder of him.

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