Luca hated Marcello despite saving him from our father’s wrath as kids. You would never know they were biological brothers if they didn’t look like twins, not when they acted like enemies.
“She’s had a shitty life?” Luca laughed, but it was sinister and laced with anger. “We’ve lost everything that fucking matters because of her family.”
“It’s not her fault,” Marcello insisted. “She might look like Savannah. But she’s not her mother, Luca.”
Until a few days ago, she was Alexandrea Fox. Now, Alex and her twin brother were the heirs to billions and pawns in a twisted game. The poor girl thought her grandfather had saved her from her shitty life.
But her freedom had a price.
Luca snarled at Marcello, getting in his face. “Her bitch mother killed ours. And she’s going to pay for it.”
CHAPTER 4
DAMIAN
I never talked much as a child. And as an adult, I spoke even less. My biological parents couldn’t figure out why I rarely communicated using words.
They thought I had a learning disability. Autism. A mental illness. Just about everything the doctors could dig up from their medical journals.
I just didn’t like to talk.
Bastian understood me from the start. So, when I dragged him into the shower, he knew what I needed without using words and pushed me into the tiled wall, water splashing our faces.
“You’re so dirty,” he muttered, his hand sliding up my throat. “Why did you have to make a mess before the Wellingtons arrive?”
I tilted my head to the side as he kissed my neck. “You like me dirty.”
“Yeah.” He smiled against my skin and tugged on my flesh, knowing how much I liked the pain. “I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
This was the closest we ever got to kissing. If I turned my head to kiss him, he would pull away from me.
So I didn’t move.
Bastian kissed everywhere but my lips while he fisted my cock, which thickened with each stroke. He was rarely this affectionate with me. Sometimes, he got so stuck in his head that he wouldn’t let me touch him for months.
Today was different.
I could feel it.
I wondered if it had anything to do with us meeting Alexandrea Wellington. Bastian called dibs since Luca didn’t want her. For whatever reason, she gave Bastian hope. I wasn’t sure why, but she did. And if Bastian wanted her, then so did I.
“Choke me,” I bit out since his grasp on my throat was loosening the closer he got to coming. “Harder.”
His fingers curled around my throat, making it much harder to breathe. And with the loss of oxygen came the intense orgasm building, my balls aching and begging for a release.
“Is this hard enough, you sick fuck?” Bastian looked into my eyes right before he licked the water from my cheek. “Huh? Tell me how much you hate it when I do this.”
I loved it.
But he hated himself for getting turned on by me. We needed a woman willing to accept us, so Bastian would stop judging himself.
Bastian grunted in my ear as he came in my hand, his entire body trembling. His grip on my throat loosened as my cum coated his stomach.
He stepped back, and I watched my cum drip down his ripped stomach. His body was absolute perfection. I licked my lips, staring at his dick before returning my gaze to his face.
I wanted to fuck him.
To feel him.
