Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

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“Great. We’ll see you there.” He gave her a nudge out the door and closed it before she could say anything and stalked back to me as I got to my feet.

“Aubrey is the only friend I have here—”

“Shh.” He silenced me by pressing his finger to my lips. “Go get ready. Dom wants you in the red dress.”

“Fuck Dom, and fuck you.” I pushed his finger away and glared at him.

He let out a soft laugh. “I love our love/hate relationship, B, but what did we just talk about? Something about you being a good girl? You blow so hot and cold. I just don’t know what to make of you.”

I gave him the finger and hauled the dress out of the box before stomping to my bathroom and slamming the door behind me.

I showered quickly and busied myself with getting ready. The dress was so soft and light against my body, it felt like I wasn’t wearing anything. Of course, it was so low-cut it left little to the imagination. I had the girls pushed to the ceiling and prayed I didn’t need to bend over because my ass would surely hang out. I had no clue where the dip was Vincent talked about, but in a dress like this, it wasn’t like I could put on a pair of sneakers and rush out of the room.

With my hair curled in soft waves down my back and my makeup on, I stepped out to find Vincent lying on my bed and staring at the ceiling. He looked over at me, and a wide smile graced his handsome face as he stood up and came to me.

“Fuck, you look hot.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled.

“I bought you something.”

I raised my brows at him, my bad mood still in full force.

“I got it that day you spilled your coffee.”

“You spilled my coffee,” I muttered.

He smirked down at me and unearthed a velvet box from inside his uniform jacket and held it out for me.

“Why are you giving me this? I’m your deal. Your captive. Surely, captives don’t get gifts from their captors.”

“You know damn well you’re more than that, B,” he said softly, brushing a curl away from my face. “If we didn’t care about you, we would’ve left you to Ivanov.”

“Right. That’s why Dominic bargained for my virginity, to keep me safe,” I said.

Vincent sighed. “Just open the damn box.”

I took the box from him and opened it to find a silver crown with diamonds encrusted on it dangling from a silver chain.

“A king’s girl should always show who she belongs to. Do you like it?” Confident Vincent Valentino actually sounded nervous.

I nodded. “It’s pretty.”

“May I?”

I handed the box back to him and spun so he could latch it on me. His warm fingers brushed my skin a moment later as I faced the long mirror in my room, watching as he fastened the hook for me after brushing my hair aside.

I closed my eyes when his warm lips met the sensitive flesh of my neck and his arms wound around my waist.

“I could eat you up, baby B,” he said softly, sending a torrent of goosebumps skittering across my skin. He pressed another kiss to my neck and breathed out. “Come on. I need to stop by my place and change.”

He stepped away from me. I went to my closet and pulled out a pair of knee-high black boots and slid them on.

“Perfect,” he appraised, taking my hand and leading me from the room as I grabbed my phone. He locked the door behind us and walked beside me, not touching me.

“Where’s the dip?” I asked as we made it outside.