Page 6 of The Darkest Prince

I want anus.

I follow Bastian out of the shower and towel dry my hair, my eyes on his body that’s sculpted to perfection. “Do you think Alex can fix us?”

Bastian dabs at his wet skin and wraps the towel around his waist. “I think she’ll be more accepting of us. She’s had a rough life and won’t judge us. I have a feeling about her. A good one.”

I haven’t given much thought to her. Not when she’s supposed to marry Luca or Marcello. Alex can’t choose Bastian or me. It would fuck up everything for our family.

“Is that why you’re so excited about meeting her?”

He rolls his broad shoulders and smiles. “I can’t explain it, D. Call it intuition. Alex is the one for us. She’s from the right bloodline. One my grandfather approves of.”

It’s always about his grandfather’s approval. Fitzgerald Archibald Adams IV is the reason Bash hates himself so much. He’s the one person standing in my way.

“We both need more,” Bash adds. “I think you know that.”

“I’d miss fucking women if it were only the two of us,” I admit as we leave the bathroom and enter my room. “But I would be okay with only fucking you for the rest of my life.”

He slips into a pair of boxers and yanks them up his thighs. “I love pussy more than almost anything,” he shoots back with a wicked grin. “I need to fuck women. I’m not giving that up. There’s nothing better than being balls deep in a wet, tight cunt.”

“Yeah,” I agree because it’s all I have ever known. “But I think I like killing people one-tenth more than sex. If I can have sex after a kill, that’s the sweet spot. Nothing gets my dick harder.”

“Oh, I know how hard your dick gets over blood,” he says with a wink. “Now think about how hard you’d get licking Alex’s bloody pussy after I take her virginity.”

“Mmmm…” I lick my lips, staring at his mouth as excitement flares inside me. The monster hums to life, begging to come out and play. “Now, we’re talking. Even better if you let me suck her blood off your dick. I want it all.”

Bash enters the walk-in closet, grabs one of my Brioni suits from the hanger, and sets it on the bed. “Get dressed. We don’t have much time before Dad comes looking for us.”

“If you want Alex,” I say as I strip the jacket off the hanger. “Then why are you going along with Luca’s plan to ice her out and make her feel unwanted? It will be easier to get into her pants if you turn on the charm.”

When he wants to, Bastian can be very fucking charming. Almost too perfect, if you ask me. He’s so good at bullshitting people it sometimes makes me jealous that he has such a natural ease.

Words are easy for him.

On the other hand, I have no social skills whatsoever. I don’t understand societal norms or give a fuck either. I look to Bastian and my brothers to help me understand the world.

They help me survive.

After I get dressed in the suit, I accompany Bash to his bedroom on the other side of the wall from mine. He quickly tugs on the fabric, looking fucking amazing in a black Tom Ford suit that clings to his muscles.

Fuck, I want him.

My cock hardens at the sight of him looking so damn good, and I lick my lips, reaching down to fix the bulge in my pants.

Bastian’s eyes lower. “Get rid of that now,” he scolds like I’m a child. “Fuck, Damian. Do you ever think about anything else?”

“Not when you’re in the room.”

“I’ll tell you what.” He inches toward me and fists my tie in his hand, pulling me so close our lips almost touch. If only he would press his lips to mine and stop overthinking. “If you do as I say and don’t mess up this meeting with the Wellingtons for us, I’ll reward you later for being a good boy.”

I like the sound of this.

A sly grin pulls at the corners of my mouth. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

ChapterThree

The Wellingtons arriveat seven o’clock on the dot. Carl Wellington III strolls into the sitting room, dressed in a black tailored suit, his white hair styled with gel. He smells of a musky cologne that reminds me of a Jean Patou fragrance Bash sometimes wears. It has a hint of sandalwood and jasmine.

Alexandrea, who goes by Alex, is attached to her grandfather’s right side, her twin brother on his left. They’re identical in every way, with the same blonde, curly hair and big, blue eyes that practically jump off their faces. Their skin has a sun-kissed glow that looks natural. And while Alex is about seven or eight inches shorter than me, her brother is well over six feet.

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