Page 58 of The Darkest Prince

“Aid, it’s not like that,” Alex cuts in. “They’re not passing me around.”

He snorts. “Yeah. Fucking. Right. I know what I’ve seen and don’t like it.”

“Oh, please,” she shoots back. “Don’t get all high and mighty with me. I know what you’ve done with Sonny Cormac and those girls. It’s no different than what I’m doing.”

Everyone knows Sonny is bisexual. He practically broadcasts it to the world and flaunts it in his father’s face to piss him off. But I didn’t realize he was still carrying on with Aiden after all these years. Not with them living in different states and going to different colleges.

Sonny is at Harvard with us but two years behind. He’s a Knight now and lives in the off-campus house with us.

“Shut up,” Aiden snaps. “Don’t fucking talk about him.”

He looks upset, and I wonder what Sonny did to make Aiden so angry. They were friends back in high school. I didn’t pay much attention to either of them. And with Sonny bringing home guys and girls to our house every weekend, I didn’t think he was in a committed relationship with anyone.

“Then don’t tell me what to do with my love life,” Alex fires back at her twin. “I don’t need your opinions, Aid.”

“I don’t need this shit.” Cheeks flushed, Aiden gets up from the couch and walks down the hallway, disappearing into his bedroom.

“He acts like this any time I mention Sonny,” she explains. “I don’t know why.”

“I do,” Marcello admits.

He would know better than anyone since Sonny is Marcello’s best friend.

“Tell me,” Alex presses. “He gets so mad about Sonny.”

“Not my story to tell, princess.” Marcello shrugs. “Sorry, but you need to get that from your brother.”

She pouts. “Everyone keeps secrets from me. I hate it.”

Luca yanks Alex onto his lap, with her back pressed against his chest. His hand dips between her legs, and she whimpers. That’s all it ever takes with her and Luca. He only has to breathe near Alex to get her panting and wanting more.

“Enough with the whining,” he says against the shell of her ear, brushing his fingers on her inner thigh. “I meant what I said, Drea. It’s time for you to toughen up. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll make sure you’re more famous than my mother.”

Her face lights up with a smile. “I’m not as talented as your mother was.”

“Yes, you are.”

It’s the truth.

Alex is better than Evangeline. Some of her pieces are so powerful even I was breathless looking at them. And I don’t have real feelings. So I know people who have them are blown away by her art.

Alex leans back and looks up at him. “You mean that?”

“I don’t make a habit of saying things I don’t mean.” Luca squeezes her thigh. “When we’re not here, I need you to remember what I said about being strong. We need a queen. No more crying or complaining when you don’t see us. Do you understand me, baby girl?”

“Yes,” she whispers, her eyes falling to the placement of Luca’s hand that’s about to skim over her pussy. She rocks her hips into his hand like a greedy little thing. He doesn’t take the bait, so she looks at me, begging with her eyes to make her come.

I never deny her orgasms.

Neither does Bash.

But Luca will.

I hold up my hand and beckon her with my finger. “Come here, Pet.”

“No.” Luca’s arm shoots out in front of her. “What did I tell you, Drea?”

“That guy almost killing me kinda interrupted something earlier,” she says in a defiant tone. “I want Damian and Bash to finish what they started.”

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