Page 54 of The Darkest Prince

So I slip my fingers between Bash’s on the table to give her the hint to fuck off. Her eyes lower to our joined hands. As if she now gets the message, she sets the wine on the table and takes a step back.

“What can I get you, gentleman?”

I hand her the menus. “We’ll both have the eggplant caponata.”

“I’m not in the mood for stew,” Bash complains as she walks away.

“You’re not in the mood for anything,” I fire back. “So sit there and be quiet if you’re going to act like a baby.”

He sticks out his tongue at me, and it reminds me of when we were kids. Whenever Bash didn’t get his way, he would act out. I have tried all day to cheer him up.

Nothing is working.

Bash leans into my arm and slides his hand onto my thigh. “You know what would make me feel better?”

I turn my head to look at him. “My lips wrapped around your cock?”

“Hmmm…” He licks his lips. “Yes to that later. But I was thinking Alex’s pussy will make this day all better.”

“She’s only ten minutes away,” I remind him. “And I know she’s dying to see you. Her brother won’t be home for a few hours. We’ll have her all to ourselves.”

His eyes trace my lips as he licks his. “After we eat, we’re claiming our girl. The hell with Luca.”

* * *

I leanagainst the doorframe as Alex opens it, surprise scrolling across her beautiful face.

“Hello, Pet.”

“Damian?” Her gaze flicks from me to Bastian. “Bash?”

Those big blue eyes water and I can’t tell if she’s happy or sad. But then she launches herself into Bash’s arms, clinging to his muscular body.

“Bash.” She kisses his cheek, then his jaw before looking into his eyes. “Oh. My. God.” Another kiss to his nose. “You’re really here.”

It’s been two years since she last saw him. And back then, they barely touched. That was the night she kissed Luca at the bar before we put her drunk ass to bed.

Bastian has been jerking off to surveillance pictures of her for years. I know he needs her in his life and hates being separated from her. Sometimes when we fuck around, we role-play and pretend Alex is with us. That Alex is sucking our cocks.

He palms the back of her head and holds her in his arms. “I’m here.” His lips press against her forehead as he carries her into the living room. “I missed you, Cherry.”

I take one last look into the hallway and slide the deadbolt into place. There are three locks on her door because we can’t be too careful with her safety. If anything were to happen to her, it would kill Bash and me. I don’t know if Bash would ever recover. So I never let Alex out of my sight. Our girl is my number one priority.

“I missed you, too.” She latches onto his neck and sits back to look at him. “The last time Damian was here, he said Luca wouldn’t let you see me.”

Bastian swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “It’s complicated, baby.”

“I hate him.” Her head snaps to me, and she moves her hand from Bash’s chest to my face. “I missed you, Damian.”

I love hearing her say that.

“Did you miss me?” Alex asks when I don’t respond.

I smear the gloss on her pretty, pink lips. “I missed these lips.” I lean in and sniff her hair. “Missed your scent.”

She gives me a playful smile. “That’s all?”

I move behind her and grab her ass with both hands, covering Bash’s big ones that are gripping her tight. “Missed this fat ass.”

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