Page 59 of The Darkest Prince

He raises an eyebrow, his gaze moving between us. “And what did they start?”

She bites her lip. “We were going to have sex.”

Anger flashes across his face as he grabs her pussy. “This is ours, Drea. You better still be a virgin when we come for you again, or we’re going to have a fucking problem.”

Luca made a deal with Bash that he can have her virginity as long as he doesn’t interfere with the marriage. But Alex doesn’t know that. He wants her to behave until the time comes for us to claim her as a group.

She smacks his hand and wriggles out of his grasp. “You’re so mean, Luca. I’m almost twenty-two and still haven’t lost my virginity because you guys are saving it for some reason.” Alex kneels on the couch between Luca and Bash. “Why won’t any of you fuck me?”

The three of us look at Luca.

She watches our expressions and shakes her head, sliding off the couch to get away from Luca. “Of course it’s because of you. Why am I not surprised? I know you wouldn’t let your brothers see or talk to me all through college. Why are you so jealous of them?”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m not.”

“Could have fooled me,” she shouts, cheeks flushed with anger. “Every time Damian and Bastian touched me in high school, you looked like you were going to explode.”

Luca doesn’t like being challenging and hops up from the couch, effortlessly tossing Alex over his shoulder. “You wanna talk back, baby? Let’s see how good you take my cock.” He slaps her ass. “Are you ready for that? I’ll treat you like a slut. Think you can handle me?”

Luca will probably split her tight cunt in half. He’s a lot bigger than Bash and me. At least three inches longer and a lot thicker. Even I wouldn’t want to get fucked with a cock that big. Bash is just right, the perfect nine inches.

Either Bash or Marcello needs to take Alex’s virginity. They will be sweet and go slow. Not Luca or me. I lose control when I have sex and can’t guarantee I won’t hurt her. And Luca is just as much of an animal as me. She’ll probably need stitches if he gets to her first.

Luca lowers Alex onto the dining room table so she’s on her stomach, ass sticking up. He peels down her yoga pants and panties and runs his palm over her pale skin. “You wanna fuck, baby? I’m not nice. I’ll tear up your pussy, bruise your pretty body, and make a fucking mess.” He whacks her ass, leaving a red handprint. “Is this how you want to lose your virginity?”

“No,” she whimpers. “Not like this.”

He pulls her panties and pants back up and flips her onto her ass. “Keep your legs shut and stop offering yourself to my brothers.” His hand palms her pussy. “I better see blood on my dick the first time I fuck you.”

Luca won’t back out of the deal with Bastian, not when the marriage is more important to him. He’s only saying this to make a point that her pussy belongs to us.

Alex’s teeth graze her bottom lip. “Okay.”

Luca lifts her off the table and sets her feet on the ground. “Shower and get ready for bed. We’re leaving soon. You better be in that bed before I walk out the door.”

Bash pushes himself up from the couch, and I follow him over to Alex.

He extends his hand to her. “C’mon, Cherry. I’ll help you wash your pussy.”

She giggles. “You’re so dirty, Bash.” Then she looks at me. “Are you coming?”

Of course, I am.

I nod, giving her a creepy grin I can’t contain. “You should know by now you don’t get one of us without the other.”

ChapterTwenty-Three

Two years later…

I have waitedyears to claimher. Years of thinking about how my life will change once she’sours.

“It’s time to bring our queen home.” Luca unlocks Alex’s front door of the apartment she shares with her twin brother—because of course we have a key—and he pushes it open, entering the living room. “And she’s not going to like it.”

I shut the door behind me and take in the small space. Alex and Aiden are the heirs to Wellington Pharmaceuticals, and yet they haven’t spent a cent of their trust funds. They live in a shitty—by my standards—apartment in a crowded section of Brooklyn called Williamsburg.

The headquarters of both Salvatore Global and Atlantic Airlines is right over the bridge in Manhattan. Luca is the CEO of his company, while Bastian serves as the leader of our airline. He’s better at communicating with people than me. I prefer to deal with people only when it’s absolutely necessary.

Bash moves beside Luca, grinning like the Joker. “Her cherry is still mine, brother.”

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