Page 4 of The Darkest Prince

Ruin her.

“You have to marry her,” Bastian says with a light shrug. “At least Wellington’s granddaughter is hot. You don’t have to like her to fuck her.” He grabs his dick over the front of his pants and groans. “And she’s a virgin. So if you don’t want that tight pussy, I’m taking her cherry.”

Luca is the oldest and will probably marry Alex. But her grandfather is giving her a choice between us. If she chooses Bastian or me, it will fuck over our adoptive family and ruin everything. So it’s our job to make sure Alex hates us the most.

“I have a better idea,” Luca says with a mischievous grin. “I want the three of you to do everything I would have done to her.” His eyes flick between us. “Torture her. Make her scream. While I watch.”

I kill people.

Luca hurts people.

Bastian saves them.

Marcello protects them.

Luca and I are the most fucked up, beyond deranged, and not quite human anymore. Our souls are black and tainted. But at least I feel something for Bash.

I can’t say the same for Luca. He feels nothing for no one, not even his father. But I understand it’s because of all the abuse he endured after his mother died.

He hates Marcello, despite saving him from their father as kids. If they didn’t look like twins, you would never know they’re brothers, not when they act like enemies.

“Leave Alex alone,” Marcello says. “She’s had a shitty life. This isn’t her fault.”

“She’s had a shitty life?” Luca laughs, but it’s sinister and laced with anger. “We’ve lost everything that fucking matters because of her family.”

“It’s not her fault,” Marcello insists. “She may look like Savannah. But she’s not her mother, Luca.”

Alex is the granddaughter of one of the Elders of The Founders Society and the third wealthiest man in the world. But until a few days ago, she was Alexandrea Fox and lived a life of poverty. Her mother was disowned and cast out of Devil’s Creek.

Now, she’s the heir to billions and a pawn in our twisted game. The poor girl thinks she’s been saved from her former life. Quite the opposite. Because once we get our hands on her, she’ll be just as fucked up as the four of us.

Luca snarls at Marcello. “Her bitch mother killed ours. And she’s going to pay for it.”

ChapterTwo

Bastian pushesme into the tiled wall, water splashing our faces. “You’re so dirty,” he mutters, his hand sliding up my throat. “Why’d you have to go and make a mess before the Wellingtons arrive?” His lips trail down my jaw. “Luca is going to be pissed if we’re late.”

I tilt my head to the side as he kisses my neck. “You like me dirty.”

“Yeah.” He smiles against my skin and tugs on my flesh, knowing how much I like the pain. “I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

This is the closest we ever come to kissing. And if I turn my head and make the first move, I already know what he’ll do. The entire moment will be ruined, and he’ll pull away from me.

So I don’t move.

I let Bastian kiss everywhere but my lips while he fists my cock, which thickens with each stroke. He’s not always this affectionate with me. Sometimes, he gets in his head and won’t let me touch him. It seems like he only wants me when I’m doing bad shit and wants to fix me.

Today is different.

I can feel it.

I wonder if it has anything to do with us meeting Alexandrea Wellington. Bash called dibs since Luca doesn’t want her. For some reason, she gives Bash hope. I’m not sure why, but she does. And if Bash wants her, then so do I. I want anything he wants because I can’t lose him.

“Choke me,” I bite out since his grasp on my throat is loosening the closer he gets to coming. “Harder,” I say when it’s still not enough.

His fingers curl around my throat, making it much harder to breathe. And with the loss of oxygen comes the intense orgasm building inside me, my balls aching and begging for a release.

“Is this hard enough, you sick fuck?” Bastian looks into my eyes right before he licks the water from my cheek. “Huh? Tell me how much you hate it when I do this.”

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