Page 9 of The Darkest Prince

She knows it.

Feels it.

Luca told everyone in town she was coming and to steer clear of her at Astor Prep. Students pass her with curious looks like she’s a circus freak. No one with any common sense speaks to her.

They know better.

Luca is the king of this school. Anyone stupid enough to defy him will pay the price for their insubordination.

Alex is scared.

Fragile.

I study her as she stops in front of her locker and bites her nails. It’s a gross habit I will need to break. She doesn’t know what I have planned for her. All the ways I will ruin her. And I will enjoy teaching her.

Training her.

Like a good Pet.

Throughout the morning, no one acknowledges her. Not even the teachers. They let her blend into every class as if she were the furniture.

The student body fears the wrath of the Salvatore brothers. So do the staff. They know better than to get in our way. Not unless they want to become a casualty of war.

Alex tried to make friends with a few girls. But they looked the other way when she introduced herself. Only the football team captain dared to defy Luca’s order. But Luca shut that shit down real quick.

When the bell rings, Bastian joins me, leaning against the wall across from the bank of lockers. “She’s fucking hot.” He scrubs a hand across his jaw and sighs. “And she’s ours.”

“Luca will change his mind.”

He shakes his head. “Not a chance. Her mom killed his. There’s too much bad blood between them. His dick would probably fall off if he tried to fuck her.”

I snort at Bastian’s stupid comment. “He hates her now… but I doubt it will last long. Look at her.”

My gaze falls on her tight ass that looks perfect in a mid-length skirt. She’s skinny and could use more meat on her bones, but that’s only because her parents never fed her.

That’s okay.

We’ll fatten her up.

Luca likes his girls thicker and won’t touch her while she’s sickly thin. So he’ll make sure she is properly nourished.

Blonde curls trail down her back, and when she swings her head to the side, shoving the hair over her shoulder, I nearly lose my mind. She has the face of a fucking angel. And pretty soon, she’ll be corrupted by the devil.

She’s mine.

Alexandrea Wellington is the best gift Luca has ever given me.

He treats me like I’m a child because of what he calls my affliction. But he has his issues and doesn’t have room to judge me. Sometimes, I hate him for being a dick. And for always bossing me around.

But he gaveherto me.

So we’re even.

“I’m trying hard not to go over there and fuck her on the floor like an animal.” I lick my lips and glance at Bastian to see he’s doing the same thing. “We should tag team her. Break in both of her tight holes at the same time.”

We love fucking women together. It’s the only time I feel connected to Bash inthatway. He won’t let me fuck him. I can touch his dick and put it in my mouth, but he never crosses the line. He’s so afraid that it will make him gay.

And no kissing on the lips.

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