Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

I grunted a response.

He snatched my breakfast bar out of my hand. “What’s this?”

“Breakfast?” I made to reach for it, but he dangled it over my head. “Hail, please? I haven’t eaten. I’m shaking.”

“Aww,” he teased, nothing joyful in the gesture. Only cruelty oozed from him. “Kiss me, and I’ll give it to you.”

Frustrated, I leaned into him, but he pulled away a fraction.

“Make it good,” his voice held a darkness to it, and something told me he’d put me to the ground in front of a hundred students while smiling.

I shifted toward him again and pressed my lips to his. He lowered my breakfast bar and wrapped his arms around me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. It may have even been a nice kiss if I didn’t think he was a disgusting pig. He deepened it to an embarrassing level, holding me close, before he bit my bottom lip, making me yelp softly, the tang of blood in my mouth.

“So you remember,” he murmured, stepping back.

Prick.

“How could I forget?” I answered back, the taste of copper still in my mouth.

“Where’s your ring?” The question came out of nowhere.

I stared at him, openmouthed, before answering, “My room.”

“Why the fuck isn’t it on your finger, Bianca?” He gripped my arm tightly, making me cry out.

A few students glanced at us, but not long enough to offer me any help. Of course. Hail was a lord. And from what I’d gathered, they did what they wanted.

He shook me hard. “Go get it. If I see it off your hand again, I’ll break your fucking fingers.”

“Hey, there, Ivanov,” a deep voice called out.

That accent. Hail stopped shaking me and looked to the newcomer.

Dominic De Santis.

His navy blazer hung open. His red tie was barely tied. He looked like a beautiful disaster standing in front of us in his uniform and messy, dark hair.

“What the fuck do you want, De Santis?” Hail growled, his hold still tight on my arm.

“Looked like you were about to break the new girl.” Dominic’s gaze swept over me, no sign of giving a shit in them.

Maybe he hadn’t come to help.

“What I do with my fiancée is none of your fucking business.” Hail yanked me to him.

I grunted and stared at the ground.

“Ah, so this is the beauty who’s blowing up our world,” Dominic said. “Heard the Lord of the Dance was marrying.”

“Fuck you, De Santis,” Hail snapped.

I bit my bottom lip to keep my laughter from escaping. Lord of the Dance. I cast a quick look at Dominic to see a smirk on his lips, a dark eyebrow lifted as he stared back at me.

“What happened to Stella? She on the market again?”

“You know she isn’t,” Hail spat.

“Well, if you’re marrying a D’Angelou, I figured Stella would be up for grabs. I heard the lords’ ladies were trashy, but I’m willing to test the theory. Unless you want me to break in your future wife for you.”