Page 55 of The Darkest Prince

Alex giggles. “My ass isn’t fat.”

“Yes. It. Is.” I squeeze her ass again. “I can’t wait to fuck this ass.”

A grin spreads across Bash’s lips as our eyes meet, and I dip my head down to suck on her neck, keeping my gaze on him. “And this perfect neck I want to put a collar on. I missed this, too.”

“Damian,” she moans, her head rolling to the side and onto Bash’s shoulder. “Mmm…”

“Are you still doubting how much I missed you, Pet?” My hand moves between her and Bash, so I can cup her pussy over the black yoga pants. “Hmm? Tell me.”

“I want you, Damian.” She lifts her head from Bash’s shoulder, lips parted. “You, too, Bash.”

We haven’t tagged-teamed her since high school. Excitement rushes through me. I have patiently waited to get both of them in the same room again. Because of Luca and his stupid fucking rules, we have been denying ourselves pleasure.

“Bedroom,” I tell Bash.

He carries her down the hallway, with her chin on his shoulder and those big, blue eyes watching me. My God, I have missed her. And I never miss anyone. Alex and Bash are my exceptions.

They’remine.

Bastian lowers Alex to the mattress in her bedroom. He stands above her, waiting for me to join him as we strip off our suit jackets and throw them onto the bed.

“Fuck Luca,” he whispers to me.

I nod. “Fuck ‘em.”

Alex’s plump lips curl up into a smile. “I’ve dreamed about this for years.” She leans back on her palms, legs spread wide for us. “It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”

Bash puts one knee on the bed beside her, running his fingers up and down her inner thigh. “The first time will, yeah. But we’ll take good care of your pussy.”

I get on the other side of her, clutching her thigh with possession. My heart pounds, the blood humming in my veins as every inch of my skin sets on fire. “Pain feels good, Pet.” I slide my hand closer to her core. “You’ll see.”

My monster wants to play.

And he wants blood.

Herblood.

A cell phone rings.

“What now?” Bash reaches into his pocket with a groan, holding the phone up to his ear. “This better be good, Marcello.” A beat passes, and his jaw clenches. “Fuck, okay. Yeah, we’re with her.” He nods. “Uh-huh. Yep. Got it.”

Bastian pockets the phone and lifts Alex from the bed, his eyes on me. “Incoming.”

I know what he means.

She gives him a quizzical look. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, Cherry.” He tips his head at the window, and I hear someone outside trying to get into her bedroom. “Make it clean.”

I don’t want clean.

I want to make a mess.

After he leaves the room with Alex, I shut the door and lock it. Then I shove the curtains to the side and open the window, startling the asshole who’s trying to break into the apartment.

We were expecting him all night. Of course, he waits until we’re about to fuck Alex to show up.

I grab the Russian piece of shit by the collar of his shirt and haul him through the window, throwing him onto the floor. He’s dressed in a black suit that matches his hair that flops onto his tanned forehead. I don’t recognize him. But I know he’s Bratva.

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