Page 52 of The Darkest Prince

We share an off-campus house at Harvard University, where we let other Knights live with us. I hate sharing space with strangers. But it’s all part of The Devil’s Knights’ bonding experience.

“I want to see you in person, Bash.”

“Baby, I’m drunk and can barely walk down the stairs.” He leans back on a stack of pillows, holding the phone out. “Another time, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she agrees. “But it better not be two more years from now. I’m sick of waiting around on you.”

“It won’t be,” he promises. “I miss you, Cherry. Every single day I’m here, and you’re there. I think about your wet, tight pussy every time I jerk off. Think about your sexy lips and those big tits. Fuck, baby. You look so hot.”

She giggles, a blush dusting her cheeks. “I’m not even dressed up and don’t have on any makeup.”

“You don’t need it,” he says, and I agree with his analysis. “My dick is hard just looking at you.”

“Bash,” Luca yells from a distance before barging into his room, slamming the door so hard it hits the wall. “Get downstairs. This isn’t fucking playtime.”

“Luca,” Alex says in a hopeful tone.

Bash turns the phone around so she can see Luca, who looks like he’s ready to explode with rage. He inches toward the bed, his dark blue eyes wide with fury.

“You broke my fucking rules, asshole.” He snatches the phone from Bash’s hand.

“Fuck you,” Bash shoots back, reaching for the phone.

“Damian, get home now,” Luca hisses. “The three of us need to talk. You clearly don’t know how to fucking listen.”

He doesn’t acknowledge Alex before he hangs up.

Alex huffs. “What was that about?”

There’s no point in explaining Luca’s complexities, so I take the phone from her and shrug. “I don’t know, Pet. But I gotta go.”

She doesn’t protest when I grab her hand and lead her across the street. I walk her up to the second floor and stop in front of the apartment she shares with Aiden.

Alex hesitates, looking at me as she touches the handle. “When will I see you again?”

“I don’t know,” I say truthfully.

“Luca is mad at you and Bash, isn’t he?”

I nod to confirm.

“Is he the reason you don’t talk to me?”

Another nod.

“I hate him,” she chokes out.

Sometimes, I do, too.

But I can’t tell her that.

I’m a Salvatore and have to maintain a united front with my brothers. Our father instilled that in us from a young age.

Alex stands on her tippy toes and kisses my cheek. “Bye, Damian.”

I kiss her head, getting a good whiff of her shampoo, and attempt to memorize her scent as I dig my fingers into her thick ass. “Bye, Pet.”

ChapterTwenty-One

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