“How about the possessive prince?”
He rolled his broad shoulders again, looking away from me. Our moment of intimacy was too intense. When we were alone, he enjoyed my touch. But I could tell he needed his space. What we did earlier was too much for him. Any more affection would send him into a spiral of self-loathing.
I lowered my hand, tapping my fingers nervously on my knee. “Play the song for me.”
His fingers swept across the keys with practiced precision. Bastian was brilliant and brought the haunting sound to life. The tune reminded me of The Phantom of the Opera. It was sad and instantly pierced my soul, penetrating my black heart with each keystroke.
When he played the last note, my heart felt like it had cracked open in my chest. I rarely felt anything. With my condition, I didn’t understand normal human emotions. I took most of my social cues from Bash. He helped me understand people and the world since I didn’t get it.
Bastian angled his body to look at me. “What do you think?”
His performance rendered me speechless. He played as if he were onstage at one of his concerts. His music helped me open up to him. Music was therapy for both of us.
Bastian learned how to play from his mom. She was supposed to be at his concert the day our parents’ plane blew up over the Pacific Ocean. Back then, we thought it was an accident. But we now know that terrorists called The Lucaya Group killed them, though their motive remains a mystery.
“Talk to me, D.” He waved his hand in front of my face. “You’re zoning out on me. Did you hate it?”
I shook my head, finally able to speak. “No, it’s perfect.” I scooted closer to him on the bench, overcome by a wave of emotions his song produced inside me. “Play it again.”
He played for me until midnight, and then we crawled into his bed. Bastian was the only person who could quiet my night terrors. And after tonight, I would sleep like the dead.
“Luca wants us to share Alex,” Bastian said.
“Yeah, I know.”
“No, it’s not what you think. After college, he’ll marry her to satisfy the deal with the Wellingtons and knock her up to get a kid with Founders’ blood. But after he gets what he wants, he’s done with her.”
“What’s that have to do with us?”
His fingers found mine. “Are you listening to me, D? Luca said we can have her. I know that’s what you want. I see the way you look at her. You wouldn’t have lost control at school if you didn’t feel something for her.”
There was something about the darkness in Alex that spoke to my soul.
I felt it the night we met.
You can’t break someone who’s already broken. And I liked that about her. She knew what it was like to go through years of trauma only to get fucked over again by life. We had money and power, but we were still not whole.
“I want to keep her,” I admitted. “But Luca will change his mind. And even if he doesn’t, she’ll never accept me, not like this. She couldn’t handle the dirty parts of my life. A girl like that would run the first chance she got.”
“Then we won’t let her.” His fingers laced between mine. “I have a feeling about her, D. She’s right for us.”
I was so excited that I climbed on top of him, my cock already hard and rubbing against his. “I want to try something.”
“If you kiss me,” he groaned, “I’m going to punch you.”
“I won’t kiss you,” I said to ease his concern, and his shoulders slumped against the bed in relief. “But I want to see how this feels.”
His eyes narrowed at me. “You’re not fucking me either.”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “Just let me do this. I promise it will feel good.”
I slid off him for a second and stripped off my boxers, quickly discarding his next. We were both naked, our dicks harder than steel. I leaned over the side of the bed and snatched the bottle of lube from his nightstand drawer.
He gave me a weary look as I moved between his thighs and got on top of him.
“What are you doing, Damian?”
I grabbed his hand and reached between us to wrap it around his shaft. Then I repeated the same process with my dick, but I lined mine up with his so we were flush against each other.
