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Breathing hard, she looked into his eyes and moaned each of our names. She looked so fucking wild and beautiful, possessed by the orgasm spilling out of her in violent waves. One moan after the other ripped from her throat. Alex muttered our names again, repeating them until her body stopped trembling.
“Fuck,” Luca grunted.
Alex studied my brothers as they licked her juices from their fingers. Our little sinner wrapped her fingers around each of their wrists. She pulled their hands to her mouth, her tongue gliding over the wet fingers they had inside her.
“Damn, Cherry,” Bastian groaned. “I can’t wait until my cock is dripping with your cum.”
Luca tucked her blonde curls behind her ear and brushed his thumb across her cheek. I watched this rare show of affection from my brother. I’d never seen him like this with other women, or with anyone, really.
We’d never even hugged, not once in our lives. All four of us were here because Alex had the power to bring us together.
“Get dressed,” Luca said before he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. “We’re done playing for tonight.”
On the night of the Franco Foundation gala, I wore a red strapless gown that cost more than my car. The Salvatores had spared no expense for their captive. They wanted everyone to think they were taking good care of me. To show me off to their rich friends.
As I entered the great hall, a tall blond approached me. He was lean but muscular, dressed in a black tuxedo. Shane “Sonny” Cormac IV was Marcello’s best friend and the oldest son of a shipping tycoon. And he wasn’t afraid to tell you about his family’s billions.
Sonny’s gaze moved up and down the length of my body. “Look at you.” He shook his head. “You are fuck-hot and don’t even know it.”
“Still a charmer, I see.”
He bent down to my height, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “I own the biggest yacht in the marina. Take a ride with me next weekend.”
I laughed. “Does that pickup line work on girls?”
Sonny winked. “Wait until you see my yacht.”
“So, where’s your date?”
He sipped from the highball glass in his hand, scanning the crowded room. “Currently unattached. I wouldn’t want to give my parents the wrong idea by bringing a woman to a social event.”
“Afraid of commitment?”
His eyes found mine. “Haven’t met the right woman.”
“Your parents don’t meddle in your love life?”
“We’re Irish,” he said, as if that explained everything.
Bastian and Damian entered the room from the private entrance wearing tuxedos. My heart raced at the sight of them. They looked like dark, scary versions of James Bond as they approached Luca.
Flanked by Bastian and Damian, Luca looked like a king, leaning against the wall as if his shoulders were holding up the damn thing. The Salvatore men were delicious, each of them beautiful in their own way.
Bastian’s dark brown hair was messy, as if he’d rolled out of bed and somehow still looked hot. He scrolled through his cell phone with a smug expression on his gorgeous face.
None of them ever smiled.
Damian’s shirt was untucked, a few buttons open, revealing the dark tattoos on his chest. A gold silk tie hung loosely around his neck. From across the ballroom, I could see Damian’s chest rise and fall when he locked eyes with me. He looked like he wanted to know everything that made me tick. Like he wanted to throw me over his shoulder and drag me upstairs.
I spotted Pops across the room. He wore a tuxedo, his white hair styled to hide his receding hairline. Blair drank champagne at his side, chatting with her friends. The cold bitch stood ramrod straight, like she had a pole shoved up her ass.
“I think it’s time you meet your new subjects,” Sonny said.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Subjects?”
“Someday, you’ll be the Queen of The Devil’s Knights, which makes you a powerful woman.”
“I’m not interested in power.”
