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We won the game.
He captured his Queen.
The lights turned on, forcing me to shield my eyes from the sudden brightness. I glanced down at my handsome Devil, and I almost screamed.
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Marcello won the game, not his sick and twisted older brother. Heart crashing into my chest, I looked around the room. All eyes were on me. My breasts were on full display, Marcello’s big cock still inside me.
Fuck.
I hopped off him, fixed my panties back into place, and sat on the couch beside him. He didn’t bother to pull up his boxers or hide his gigantic cock that was wet with our cum.
Among the group, I spotted Luca.
I could always find him.
Just not in the dark.
Luca stood at the center of the room, his eyes on me, lips parted in shock with a bottle of scotch in his hand. Drake bobbed a dark-haired girl’s head up and down on his cock until he came into her mouth. He was so big she could only take half of him. Another guy, one I didn’t know, bent a girl over a chair and fucked her from behind. He smacked her ass and went to fucking town, not the least bit concerned about winning the game.
Naked and holding his hard cock, Sonny sat on a couch across the room. A pretty brunette with barrel curls and huge tits sat naked beside him. His eyes flicked from me to Marcello, and then he gave him a smirk. And a nod that said, Well done.
Marcello got similar looks from the Knights, all of them except for Luca. He gritted his teeth, his demon eyes focused on us.
I didn’t know what to do.
It was an accident.
And it was Luca’s fucking fault.
Kali was completely naked, her lithe body on display beside Luca’s brothers. She didn’t even try to hide. This wasn’t her first rodeo with the Knights. Her hair stuck up in different places like her men had pulled it hard enough to rip it from her scalp.
Damian and Bastian were both toned and tanned, their chests and arms glistening with sweat. They had no intention of leaving the couch. Not with Kali here.
I still couldn’t wrap my head around the situation. My heart raced so fast I couldn’t breathe as I looked at Luca. I shook my head, disgusted with myself. Angry with him for allowing this stupid game to happen.
Marcello stood, pulled his boxers and pants up, his eyes on Luca as he tugged on his zipper. “I won fair and square, brother.”
Luca’s jaw ticked like he wanted to say something. Eyes wild, his anger surged through him. He looked like a demon had possessed him. Then he took a deep breath, flung his hand out. “Go ahead. Take her.”
“Luca,” I choked out. “You don’t mean that.”
“I don’t back out of deals, Drea.” His words were cold and cruel, devoid of emotion. “You’re Marcello’s for the night.”
With Marcello’s red tie between my breasts, I moved toward Luca. I’d never felt so vulnerable, exposed, and my cheeks flushed with heat. Everyone but Luca was naked. There was no point in allowing my embarrassment to stop me from yelling at him.
I clenched my teeth. “I’m not yours to gamble, Luca.”
“Yes, you are,” he challenged.
“I thought he was you. You said you would find me and that you had this under control. I trusted you.”
“I tried to find you,” he slurred.
He looked wasted, his eyes bloodshot and watery. It could have been the truth.
“You never play games you can’t win, Luca.”
The room fell silent, and all eyes were on us. Luca looked as if he weren’t breathing, his expression unreadable, like he’d gone somewhere else mentally.
“I made you wait seven years, Luca.” My skin burned as I shouted, forced to bite back my tears. “Seven fucking years! And it wasn’t because I didn’t want you.” I shook my head. “I thought you would appreciate me more if you had to wait. But no, you still treat me like shit. Pass me off to your friends like I’m a toy.” I sucked in a deep breath and blew it out before I continued. “I’m done… I can’t… I’m not doing this anymore. Find another queen to capture.”
“There’s only one queen,” he growled. “You belong to all of us.”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t.”
Marcello stepped behind me, his hands on my hips. I looked up, and he stared down at me, shirtless with his black hair mussed up. He gave me a sexy smirk. They looked so much alike. Felt so similar. I should have known Marcello had more muscle, no scars on his upper back.
Maybe it was the alcohol.
Luca still hadn’t spoken a word. He wouldn’t back out of a deal with the Knights. They would never see him look weak. No one did business with weak men. And women were throwaways in this world.
