Page 64 of The Darkest Prince

Our girl is dripping for us, her cum dampening the fabric. Bastian flashes a slick grin at me. He’s satisfied with the result, and so am I. Every time we touch her, she’s wet for us.

Luca never touches.

He only watches.

So does Marcello.

But they want her.

We all do.

“Always so wet for men you hate,” Bastian teases with the click of his tongue. “Did you save yourself for me, Cherry?”

“She’s not yours, Bash,” Luca growls.

Bastian glances at him. “Right, she’sours.”

He helps Alex to her feet, and she’s so embarrassed by how we make her feel that her cheeks flush.

She leaves the living room and heads toward her brother. “Aiden, where are you?”

Luca tips his head, and we go after her, keeping our distance as she enters the dining room. She gasps when she finds her brother tied to a wooden dining chair with his hands behind his back and a bandana covering his mouth.

Alex moves behind the chair, tugging on the knots, but it’s useless. She knows Bastian tied them and won’t get past the first one.

Her eyes find Bash. “Untie him.”

He stuffs his hands into his pockets and smirks. “Say the magic words, Cherry.”

I see the look of defeat cross over her face. She knows what Bastian wants from her. It’s the only thing he’s wanted for years.

Her cherry.

“I’m yours,” she whispers.

A sly grin tugs at his mouth as he approaches her. “I didn’t hear you, Cherry. Say it again.”

Lips pressed together, she glances at Aiden, knowing she has no choice. Aiden shakes his head, screaming for her to stop but the bandana muffles his voice.

Alex wets her lips and sighs. “I’m yours, Bash.”

He clutches her hips. “Answer my question from earlier.”

“I’m still a virgin.”

We made sure none of the dumb fucks at her college touched her. Any man who got too close was suddenly too busy. Maybe they were even dead if I felt extra stabby that night. It all depended on how much they tried to pursue her. Alex is a twenty-four-year-old virgin because we want all of her firsts.

“Good girl.” Bastian rubs his thumb across her lips. “It’s time to take you home.”

ChapterTwenty-Five

I thoughtshe would put up more of a fight. It disappoints me that my Pet came willingly. She didn’t speak a word after fighting with Luca about her fate. He only had to put his hands on her, and she was melting into his arms.

Luca has a strange hold over Alex. They do this dance where they pretend to hate each other. But if the past is any indicator of the present, she still gets wet every time he gives her any attention.

She’s starved for him, mostly because he’s the only one who doesn’t show her interest. His anger and rage over her mother killing his hasn’t quelled over the years. And once he does touch her, he’s going to unleash his fury, making her wish she stayed away from him.

As the limo pulls up in front of a black jet that readsSalvatore Globalon the side in red lettering, Alex sighs. She knows there’s no escaping fate. Her place is among us as the future Queen of The Devil’s Knights.

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