Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

Sighing, I jogged to catch up to her.

“B, seriously, chill—” I reached out to grab her hand and stop her, but she turned and swung at me, smacking me across my face. Anger coursed through me, and before I could stop myself, I had her in my arms, hauling her against the side of the brick wall of Casian Hall, my forearm at her throat.

“Just because I play nice doesn’t mean I’m fucking nice,” I snarled at her. “I’m genuinely trying to get along here, B. What the fuck you gotta hit me for?

“Go fuck yourself,” she snapped before she spit on me.

I saw red. I grabbed her by her arm and towed her kicking and screaming straight to Dom’s dorm where I barged in to find him coming out of his bathroom in nothing but jeans. I threw her onto the bed and kicked the door shut behind me.

“What’s going on?” Dom demanded, glancing between us.

It was rare I lost my shit on a woman, but she’d hit me and spat on me in the span of three minutes.

“She’s pissed off. I tried talking to her, and she fucking hit me and spit on me,” I said, my chest heaving.

She sat up and glared at me. “Fucking baby. You had to run and tattle to Dominic?”

I stepped toward her, my fists clenched. “I’m not a fucking baby.”

“Easy.” Dom got between us. “What’s vexing you, wasp?”

“You, you fucking asshole. All of you.” She was on her feet and glaring us down. “I’ve spent the last week at your side, not talking, doing whatever you tell me to do, and for what? So I can eat my lunch on the floor at your feet like a fucking dog?”

“You aren’t allowed to speak to other guys without our permission,” Dom said smoothly. “You know that rule.”

“He said hi to me you fucking psycho. He asked me to hang out.” She threw her hands up. “It’s normal to say hi back. It’s normal to make friends and watch movies together. The fact you barbarians beat him sickens me. You disgust me.”

“The way you’re behaving disgusts me,” Dom said. “You asked for our protection and then act like we should be kissing your ass. That’s not how this works, sweetheart. You belong to us, not the other way around.”

“I can’t deal with this. It’s too much.” She shifted to step around Dom, but he stopped her, and in a flash, had her bent over his knee on the bed. She bucked and jerked on his lap, struggling to get away, but his hold was firm.

“Don’t touch me,” she snarled as he lifted her skirt, revealing her blue, lace panties. “Get your fucking hands off me!”

He glanced to me as I licked my lips.

“Are you going to stay and watch?” he asked softly.

I nodded. There was no way in hell I was leaving.

Dom moved his attention back to her. His palm came down hard on her ass, making her cry out and squirm more. He struck her ass cheek twice. Then he worked his fingers beneath her silk panties. Her face was red as she hung her head, her body trembling with her shaky breath. He caressed her for a moment before sliding her panties aside so I could see her glistening lips. He lifted an eyebrow at me, a sinister look in his eyes.

“Good girls get rewarded, wasp. Bad girls get punished,” he murmured, pushing his finger forward.

She cried out when he slid a digit deep into her pussy. I watched, my cock hard as stone in my pants, as he stroked his finger in and out, the sound making me dizzy with want.

He added a second finger causing her to let out a whimper. His thumb worked her clit. He moved faster, earning a soft moan from her.

“You want to come, wasp?” he asked as he continued to finger her.

“Dominic—”

“Yes or no?” he demanded.

“Y-Yes.”

He stopped immediately, making her wail in protest, and sat her up. Her face was beet red as she glanced over at me then to Dominic.

“Good girls get to come. Bad girls get to know they could have. You are to sit here and think about which kind of girl you want to be. Then maybe if you make us happy, one of us will make you happy. Understand?”