Page 11 of The Darkest Prince

Maybe she’s not so weak after all.

All conversation in the room comes to a screeching halt. Everyone stares at her, shocked by her outburst.

Stupid girl.

Luca’s jaw ticks and he glares at her as if he might reach across the table and snap her neck. I hope he doesn’t because I like staring at her. She’s beautiful. And I want to feel her body tremble each time I touch her.

I want to mark her.

Own her body.

“I don’t care if you’re a Wellington.” Luca is out of his chair in seconds. “That name means absolutely nothing to me. In this town,Salvatoreis the only name that matters.” He points at the space in front of him on the floor. “Get over here.”

She shakes her blonde head, curls framing her heart-shaped face. “Dream on.”

Luca rounds the table, nostrils flared. Alex tries to escape, but Luca is quicker and fists her hair in his palm.

He yanks her up from the chair. “Wanna try that again, Wellington whore?”

She elbows him in the stomach, and I love that she’s a fighter. My dick is already hard and tenting my slacks. I reach under the table and stroke myself, not giving a single fuck we’re being watched.

Alex stomps on Luca’s foot. “I’m not a whore.”

His eyes widen with rage. I can’t tell if he’s as turned on as me or if he might kill her in front of everyone.

She has no idea why he hates her so much. I wonder how she’ll react when she discovers the truth about her fucked up family. Knowing her mother murdered Luca and Marcello’s mother will crush her spirit.

The great Evangeline Franco was a world-renowned painter and celebrity in the art world. She is also Alex’s favorite artist and idol.

But I hated her.

My adoptive mother never liked me. She treated me like trash before her death. The woman didn’t even take the last name Salvatore when she married Arlo.

I don’t miss her.

She was a bitch.

Eva would have sent Bash and me to live with someone else if she were still alive. We were parentless and homeless, and Arlo wanted to keep us. They fought over it all the time.

The world believes Evangeline died in a car accident. Which means Alex does, too. But that was all staged by The Founders to cover up the truth.

Alex squirms, but Luca ignores her and palms the back of her head until her knees hit the floor. “Kiss my boots like a good little slave.”

With Alex on her knees, I resist the urge to whip out my cock and shove it past her pretty lips.

She’s so fucking sexy.

Luca is controlled on the outside but is close to losing it. He won’t touch her, but he wants her. I can see the desire masked as hatred plastered on his face. Wanting her is making him miserable. Since she arrived in Devil’s Creek, he’s been a horrible asshole to all of us.

Alex shakes her head. “Never. I did nothing wrong.”

“You exist,” Luca fires back. “That’s enough.”

“Why do you hate me so much?”

“Ask your grandfather.” Luca smirks. “See if he’ll tell you the truth about why you’rereallyhere.”

Luca walks away and raises his hand to beckon a blonde girl with huge tits. Stacey Carlton has the same blonde, curly hair and blue eyes as Alex. But where Stacey has more curves, Alex has the face of a model.

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