He wished he could stop.
But he couldn’t.
“It didn’t take much convincing,” I pointed out, my voice muffled as he fucked my ass with his fingers. “You love my dick. So suck it and stop playing games.”
It was the truth.
He told me plenty of times in the heat of the moment that he loved my dick in his mouth. Loved how I made him feel.
And I knew this to be true when he licked playfully up and down my shaft before my cock disappeared into his mouth. My fingers slipped through his hair. It was a few inches longer than mine, which I liked. This way, I could pull harder whenever he tortured me with his mouth.
He looked up at me, holding my gaze, with his cheeks puffed out from fitting all of me. Running my fingers through his hair, I took in the feel of his soft locks and the scent of bergamot in his cologne.
I loved everything about him. How he smelled, tasted, and looked. Bastian was perfect in every way. And he was always there for me. He protected me. And sometimes, he had to save me from myself.
With two fingers in my ass and the warmth of his mouth driving me fucking crazy, I came hard and fast. He pulled back after I filled his mouth with cum and opened up for me. I got off on seeing my cum on his tongue and smiled. Bastian knew all the ways to please me.
“You look fucking hot with my cum in your mouth.” I ran my thumb across his lip. “I wish you’d fuck me.”
He rolled his eyes and swallowed, pulling away from me. “Stop with that shit, would ya?” Bastian rose from the floor and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, turning his head toward the door. “I’m not fucking you.”
“How is it any different from anal with a woman?” I tucked my dick into my pants and cupped his shoulder, forcing him to look at me. “I bet you think of me while you’re fucking them in the ass. Don’t you? I can see the look in your eyes. Your focus is on me, not them.”
“It’s not the same.” He walked over to the sink and washed his hands, scrubbing so hard his skin could crack open. “And you know it, D.”
“Actually, no, I don’t.” I moved to the sink beside him and lathered my hands with soap. “Because you won’t let me find out.”
“Never will.” He grabbed paper towels and dried his hands. “So get the thought out of your mind.”
“You know it will feel good.” I turned off the sink and took the extra towel from his hand. “So what’s the problem?”
He scoffed. “We’re already crossing enough lines. The two of us may not be blood-related, but we are brothers. We are Salvatores. Can you imagine what kind of shame we’d bring to our family if anyone ever found out about us?” Bastian shook his head, disgusted with himself. “The Founders Society would never accept us, and Dad would hate us for it.”
“Luca and Marcello already know,” I said because he seemed to need a reminder that our little secret was not so secret anymore. “And if Dad knows, I doubt he cares.”
“The answer is no,” Bastian snapped, taking one last look in the mirror before unlocking the door and leaving without another word.
CHAPTER 9
ALEX
After Luca forced me to kneel at lunch, Damian and Bastian clung to my sides. They followed me to every class and sat beside me. I had to pee in the middle of my study period, and they waited outside the bathroom and wouldn’t let anyone inside.
I loved the attention.
People stared at us wherever we went. Everyone wanted to know what made me so special, why I deserved the attention of the Salvatore brothers.
At my old school, I was invisible. The only time anyone noticed me was to call me names or make fun of my worn clothing. Or to tell me I looked like a strung-out junkie because of my weight. Girls called me a crack whore. Boys called me a skinny slut.
At least the girls at Astor Prep kept their mouths shut. They spoke with their hands over their mouths, side-eyeing me. But they were looking at my marriage options, not me.
They are mine, bitches.
I wanted to yell that at every girl who stared at Damian or Bastian. Guys who looked like them wouldn’t have spoken to me at my last school. They would have run the other way. Yet, these two paraded me around like a prize, proud to show me off.
By the end of the day, I couldn’t wait to go home. I needed time alone to process all the attention.
Aiden stood beside my locker, his jaw ticking as we approached. He inspected my face, tilting my head to the side as if searching for bruises. “Did they hurt you?”
