“We were all there.” Damian ran a hand through his black hair, his face expressionless. “It wasn’t just Luca.”
“But you all listen to Luca.” My eyes shifted between the three of them. “Tell me I’m wrong about that.”
Damian looked away and groaned. Marcello scrubbed a hand across his jaw, his eyes fixed on me. He knew I was right. They all did.
I glared at Luca and aimed my finger at his smug fucking face. “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the cruelest prince of all.”
Bastian got up from the couch. The scent of his cologne filled the air as his strong muscles wrapped around me. “C’mon, baby.” He brushed my hair behind my ear and kissed my cheek. “You forgave me, right?”
I leaned into his warm embrace. “Yeah. So?”
He sucked my earlobe into his mouth, tightening his grip on me. In his arms, I felt safe, wanted. I didn’t think about the stupid shit he did to me in high school. Maybe because I liked Bastian and Damian’s sexual advances. I couldn’t get enough of them.
“Bash,” I whispered, clutching his wrist as he licked my skin. “Mmm, stop that.”
“Yeah, stop that,” Luca hissed. “We’re having a conversation, motherfucker.” He pointed at the couch. “Sit your ass down and let me deal with my girl.”
“You need to chill the fuck out,” Bastian grunted as he released his hold on me. “I can kissourgirl all I want.”
Luca’s mouth twisted in disgust. “Are you going to tell her you love her back?”
Bastian’s hands fell from my body.
“That’s what I thought,” Luca shouted at his brother. “Stay the fuck out of this. It doesn’t concern you, Bash.”
Bastian plopped down on the couch, shooting daggers at Luca. “It’s easy to see why she can’t forgive you, bro.”
“Basta,” Luca said in Italian, his hand raised.
He sounded so much like his father. Arlo always said that to silence the boys.
I stood on my tippy toes and got in Luca’s face. “You’re a bully. Always have been and you always will be.”
His eyes flashed with anger. “No, I’m not.”
“How many times did my grandfather have me hospitalized because of your cruelty? I’m still not allowed to make my own medical decisions because of the hell you put me through.”
“My brothers played their part,” he said through gritted teeth. “They’re not innocent.”
“Damian and Bash never fucked another woman in front of me. They never made me watch some whore suck them off! They may have helped you, but they weren’t the masterminds. We all know you run the show. All the vile shit any of you did to me came from your sick mind.”
“It’s in the past, Drea.” His eyes narrowed into slits. “Why does it bother you so much?”
“Because I wanted to be the one you were fucking!”
Luca dug his fingers into my hips and lifted me onto the dining room table. “I’ve always known how much you want me, baby girl.” He licked his bottom lip as he looked at my mouth. “You make it so obvious.”
“Luca, stop torturing me.”
“When you first moved to Devil’s Creek, I watched you watching me.” He stroked my cheek with his long fingers, but it wasn’t sweet. “You thought maybe just one time I would touch you like those girls. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Stop it.”
He inched his hand up my inner thigh, and my breathing quickened to an abnormal rate. “I bet you went back to Wellington Manor and fingered your tight pussy, hoping one day I would bend you over that sink and make you scream like a dirty little whore.” His fingers dipped beneath the boxers I’d borrowed from Sonny. “You still think about me doing that, don’t you?”
I pressed my lips together and nodded. “Fuck me, Luca.”
His eyes illuminated as he shook his head. “Not today, baby. Only good girls get the pleasure of coming on my cock.”