Page 65 of The Darkest Prince

She belongs withus.

Alex sits between Bash and me at the table with Luca across from us. He glares at her, but I can see the desire written all over his face. Luca usually wears an emotionless mask. I get it because I do, too. But we’ve been brothers long enough to read the few emotions he does have.

Alex’s hands tremble, and to still her nerves, she clasps her hands together. Bastian notices and moves his hand to her thigh, clutching her bare skin with possession.

She doesn’t fight him.

Like she should.

Instead, she does the worst thing possible and ignores him, staring out the window as the plane lifts off from the ground.

Bash looks at me, a sick smile plastered on his lips. I know what he’s thinking when he inches his hand up her thigh. He wants her to say no, to tell him to stop him. She rarely does and gives him nothing.

He shoves the skirt up her thighs, so I can see her thong. His fingers graze over the thin fabric, and I can see by her heart beating faster as he touches her. I watch them, tapping my ring on the wooden table. It’s platinum with onyx chips that form a snake into the Salvatore crest. All of my brothers and father have one.

I have to do something to occupy my hand, so I keep tapping until she’s looking at me.

“I’m living at Wellington Manor,” Alex says like she has a choice.

Luca smirks.

I tap my ring on the table again. She jumps at the sound, keeping her focus on Luca. A beat passes in silence. Marcello is lounging on the couch across from us, typing on his phone. He doesn’t pay us any mind as usual.

Alex looks to each of us for a response. We don’t give her one, drowning her fear with silence.

Bastian brushes his fingers up and down her thighs and cuts the tension in the air by saying, “Sick of us already, Cherry? The fun hasn’t even begun.”

“You don’t have a choice.” Luca hasn’t spoken much, but his eyes haven’t left her. “Our estate is your new and permanent home.”

Bastian lifts Alex’s leg on top of his, and I’m jealous of how easily he touches her without overthinking it. What we do will never see the light, all by design.

“We own you now,” Bastian tells her, gripping her inner thigh. “You’re ours to do with as we please.”

Alex snorts with laughter, still feisty and ready to fight, even though she’s trapped with us. “Keep telling yourself that, Bash. I hope you like fucking corpses because I won’t enjoy a single second of you on top of me. In fact, why don’t we go into the bedroom and get this over with, so I can go home?”

I shove up the sleeves of my suit jacket and rest my tattooed forearms on the table, searing her skin with my eyes. Considering her request, I look at Bastian, wondering how he will respond. Because if he drags her into the bedroom, I’m going with them.

He lowers his head so their lips almost touch. “You make my cock so fucking hard, Cherry.”

She licks her lips while staring at his. Bash gave Alex her first kiss, and I can tell she’s thinking about it. And so am I. Because I was jealous that she got to kiss him when I had been waiting years for him to lower his guard.

Her eyes graze over his lips before moving up to his gray eyes. “Let’s get something straight. You don’t scare me. I don’t care if I have to fuck all of you. Threaten me all you want. I hate you. All of you. You’re fucking deviants.”

I shrug, unaffected by her feelings for us, and laugh. Like we care if she hates us. It’s all bullshit, anyway. Her words say one thing, but how her body responds to us says another.

Luca drains the scotch from his glass, eying her up like a predator. “We all have to be something. Might as well be someone everyone fears.”

Alex scoffs. “I don’t fear any of you. I despise you. There’s a difference.”

“You came with us too easily.” Luca’s voice is devoid of any emotion. “As Bash said, you didn’t even fight us.” Amused, he shakes his head. “At the very least, you could have screamed or begged. You handed over your virgin pussy to the men you pretend to hate.” A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Now, the real question remains. Which one of us will claim you first?”

ChapterTwenty-Six

She’s ours to claim.

The thought rolls around in my sick mind as Bastian sits beside me on the bed. We’re in his bedroom at the Salvatore Estate, waiting for Marcello to help Alex settle into her new bedroom.

Her new life.

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