Page 60 of The Darkest Prince

I could give a damn about taking her virginity. As long as Bash fucks her first and lets me lick the blood from her pussy, I’m good.

I like blood.

How it smells.

How it tastes.

Feels on my fingers.

My tongue.

My cock.

She’s going to bleed for one of us, and when she does, we’ll all get to savor the moment. Our girl isn’t getting one of us without the other.

“If you knock her up,” Luca snaps at Bastian. “I’ll cut off your dick and jam it down your throat.”

Bash tips his head back and laughs. “She’s worth it.”

Luca rolls his eyes. “I don’t share your obsession with her. And if you think for one second she wants any of us after not talking to her for two years, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“Yeah, you do.” Aiden walks into the living room with paint all over him. “Stay the fuck away from my sister. And get the fuck out of my house.”

He’s covered from the neck down in black tattoos, wearing dark blue jeans and a tight gray shirt stained with red and black paint. His hair is blond and curly like his twin’s, but he keeps it short on the top to tame the curls, unlike Alex, whose hair is always wild and looks like she’s just been fucked.

Aiden clutches a paintbrush between his long fingers like it’s a weapon. Fucking idiot should know all of us are carrying guns. Not like I need one, anyway.

My hands are weapons.

Aiden pockets the paintbrush and removes his cell phone from his jeans. His fingers fly across the keypad, and I hear the unmistakable sound of a text message sent on his iPhone. He must be warning Alex that we’re here. They have waited for this day for years, not knowing when we would come to collect our prize.

“Is that any way to greet your future brother-in-law?” Luca says in a mocking tone as he approaches him. He snaps his fingers at Bash. “Get the rope.”

“What?” Aiden inches backward, shaking his head. “You four are fucking crazy.”

“I prefer psychotic,” I tell him, removing the hunting knife from the sheath attached to my belt. Running the blade over my palm, I step closer. “Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice, Wellington.”

“Fuck you.”

Aiden is smart and darts down the hallway, forcing me to follow him. Bastian is beside me with a red rope in his hand. The same rope he’s used to tie me to his bed.

I glance over at him, thinking of all the ways Alex gets both of us what we want. He wants normalcy, a woman who can balance out the two of us.

And I want him.

Well, I want her, too.

But I want himmore.

“Let me handle him.” Bastian taps my shoulder and enters the dining room. He snaps the rope in both hands, a sly grin aimed at Aiden. “Unless you plan to jump out the window, Wellington, you better submit. It will hurt less.”

Bash got into bondage after he saw experts do it at The Mansion. I was sixteen when I got my first kill, and after we crossed the line, he wanted to punish himself. He thought bondage would allow him to do that. But instead of punishing himself, he did it to women.

And me.

He can choke me, gag me, do anything he wants as long as we both get to come.

“I’m not going back to Devil’s Creek with you.” Aiden reaches into the server beside the dining room table and pulls out a butter knife. “And neither is Alex.”

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