Page 5 of The Darkest Prince

I can’t.

Because I don’t.

I love it.

But he hates himself for getting turned on by me. Maybe we’ll find the right girl who can fix us someday. All we need is someone who will accept us exactly how we are. And then, Bash will stop judging himself.

Bastian grunts in my ear as he comes in my hand, his entire body trembling. His grip on my throat loosens, but it’s okay because I’m coming too, splashing my cum all over his stomach.

He steps back, and I watch my cum drip down his ripped stomach and onto his cock. His body is absolute perfection—like someone sculpted him by hand.

I lick my lips, staring at his dick before returning my gaze to his face. My cock is already getting hard again, thinking about how badly I want to fuck him.

Tofeelhim.

I’ve had sex with many beautiful women, but I want him more than anyone. Maybe it’s because he won’t let me fuck him. The hunter in me loves the chase—the thrill of the hunt. And with Bash, I’m always begging him for more.

I never get enough.

As we get rewashed, I move behind him and rub the soap up and down his dick. I nibble on his neck. “I’m so fucking obsessed with you.”

He pushes my hand away and spins around to face me. “We’re going to be late.” I scowl in response, and he adds, “Don’t give me that look. Dad will be pissed if we’re not downstairs in the next fifteen minutes.”

I rest my forehead against his, the water drizzling down our skin and into our eyes. “I need you, Bash. I needthis. Just give me a few more minutes in our little bubble before we have to pretend that we’re different people.”

“C’mon, D,” he groans, stepping back. “I already got you off. What more do you want from me?”

He acts this way almost every time we fuck around. In the heat of the moment, he goes with the flow. But once we both come, he lets the other head do the thinking for him.

“Everything.” I instantly feel the loss of his body heat and hate that he’s keeping his distance from me. “I want all of you.”

“We don’t need a marriage to get into The Founders Society,” Bastian says with sadness in his gray eyes that soften them around the edges. “But this is important to our family.”

I consider his words for a moment. Without Arlo Salvatore adopting us, we would have had miserable lives. We probably would have been forced to live with Bastian’s grandfather. And after only three weeks with him after our parents’ death, I thought I was going to lose my mind.

The old bastard is the meanest piece of shit I have ever met. And that’s saying a lot coming from me. For fucks sake, I kill people and feel no remorse. And Fitzy is even more sadistic than me.

“We’ll go to The Mansion on Saturday.” He clutches my face and smiles. “Just you and me. We’ll fuck all the women we can get our hands on.”

Bash is an entirely different person at the sex club. He lowers his inhibitions and doesn’t think about what we’re doing. If only I could get him to stop fearing what sex would mean between us.

“Sure,” I bite out. “Whatever makes you feel less disgusted by what we’re doing.”

He shuts off the water, turning his back to me with a sigh. I stare at his muscular ass for a moment, wondering how my cock will look shoved between his cheeks. All I can do is dream. Because until Bash stops hating himself, I’ll never get to fuck him.

He’ll never fuck me.

It doesn’t matter that I’d sell my soul to the fucking Devil to have his cock inside me. There is no amount of begging that will get me what I want.

I can’t even pay for it.

Bastian owns half of Atlantic Airlines, the same as me. Once we’re old enough to collect our trust funds, we’ll run the company our parents started together.

We’re not just adoptive brothers and best friends. This is a marriage between us. Our lives are so intertwined I can’t untangle myself from him. So if Carl Wellington’s granddaughter gives Bash hope for a different life, then I want that for us.

I want him.

I want her.

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