Bastian lowered Alex to the mattress in her bedroom. He stood above her, waiting for me to join him. We stripped off our suit jackets and threw them onto the bed.
“Fuck Luca,” he whispered to me.
I nodded. “Fuck ‘em.”
Alex’s plump lips curled up into a smile. “I’ve dreamed about this for years.” She leaned back on her palms, legs spread wide for us. “It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”
Bash put one knee on the bed beside her, running his fingers up and down her inner thigh. “The first time will, yeah. But we’ll take good care of your pussy.”
I got on the other side of her, clutching her thigh with possession. My heart pounded, the blood humming in my veins as every inch of my skin set on fire. “Pain feels good, Pet. You’ll see.”
My monster wanted to play.
And he wanted blood.
Her blood.
A cell phone rang.
“What now?” Bash reached into his pocket with a groan, holding the phone up to his ear. “This better be good, Marcello.” A beat passed, and his jaw clenched. “Fuck, okay. Yeah, we’re with her.” He nods. “Uh-huh. Yep. Got it.”
Bastian pocketed the phone and lifted Alex from the bed, his eyes on me. “Incoming.”
I knew what he meant.
She shot him a quizzical look. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing, Cherry.” He tipped his head toward the window, and I heard someone outside trying to get into her bedroom. “Make it clean.”
I didn’t want to be clean.
I wanted to make a mess.
After he exited the room with Alex, I shut the door and locked it. Then I shoved the curtains to the side and opened the window, startling the asshole trying to break into the apartment.
We were expecting him all night. Of course, he waited until we were about to fuck Alex to show up.
I grabbed the Russian piece of shit by the collar of his shirt and hauled him through the window, throwing him onto the floor. He dressed in a black suit that matched his hair, which flopped onto his tanned forehead.
I didn’t recognize him.
But I knew he was Bratva.
Russian scum.
Kneeling on the floor, I wrapped my hands around his neck, wanting desperately to take out my hunting knife and slash his throat. The thought of blood splashing across my face thrilled me.
But I couldn’t make a mess.
So boring.
Seeing what I did to the men who tried to hurt Alex would have traumatized her. The blood alone would haunt her dreams.
“You ruined my night, you piece of shit.” I curled my fingers tighter around his neck and squeezed, pinning him down with my legs when he tried to get out of my grasp. “We were so close.”
I shake my head, digging my knee into his chest.
“And you had to fuck it all up.”
