Page 62 of The Darkest Prince

ChapterTwenty-Four

I’ve huntedenough people to know when they’ve given up. And as I stare at Alex, I know she’s ready for a fight. She isn’t going to submit to us, not without us breaking her first.

Our girl wants us.

Needs us.

Literally, she needs our protection from her family’s enemies. She doesn’t know about all the death threats and men who have tried to harm her. She’s the heir to billions and has a target on her back.

I have killed over twenty men in the past three years.

For her.

And I would do it again.

There’s no line I wouldn’t cross for Alex. No obstacle too high to keep my girl safe. She’s going to be mine and Bastian’s someday.

Just the three of us.

Once Luca gets his heir.

Bastian steps toward her with a wicked smirk tugging at the right corner of his mouth. He clutches her cheek, staring at her beautiful face. “I’ve been waiting for you, Cherry. Did you miss me?”

“No, get your hands off me.” She shoves his hand away from her face, baring her teeth like a trapped animal ready to tear into his flesh. “I’m not your Cherry. You lost the privilege of calling me that years ago.” Alex tries to move around us, but we’re in her way, so she yells, “Aiden.”

He’s not coming.

I laugh.

So does Luca.

Bastian scratches his jaw, studying her face like she’s a puzzle he wants to solve. As usual, Marcello says nothing. He stares at her, lost in his thoughts. While he’s never outright said he wants Alex, I know he does. I’ve caught him jerking off to the surveillance footage of her more than once over the years.

Hell, I have, too.

And so has Bash.

I’ve even gone as far as having deep fake porn made of Alex. Bondage. Whipping. Rough shit that would make the real Alex’s head spin.

The girls in the videos have the same body type as Alex—lots of curves and big tits. But the footage is digitally altered so the girls have Alex’s face. I gave one of the videos to Bash for his twenty-fourth birthday. He loved it so much that he sucked my cock twice that night.

Alex throws her hands on her narrow hips. She’s put on weight over the years, and I like the changes in her body. I can’t wait to grab her big ass and spread those thick thighs while I shove my tongue between her wet folds. I miss touching her, teasing her.

“What the fuck are you assholes doing in my apartment?” Alex asks, lip quivering in anger. “And where the fuck is my brother?”

“Your brother is safe.” Bastian smirks. “For now.”

Furious, she slams her palms into his chest and attempts to get past him.

But I grab her wrist.

Dipping my head down, my lips inches from her earlobe, I say, “Haven’t you learned your lesson, Pet?”

She knows better than to challenge us.

We always win.

Alex laughs in my face. “I’m not your pet, you sick fuck.”

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