Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

“Fuck you, Dominic.” She rose to her feet and glared down at him. “If I’m being put on my knees, Vincent’s ass better join me because if I didn’t have to wait for him to change his clothes, I’d have been here sooner.”

Dom stood and towered over her. “On your knees, wasp, or I’ll put you there. You belong to me, so I’ll do damn well what I please to you. If you don’t like it, then leave. I’m sure Hail’s brand of punishment is far more enjoyable than mine.”

Dom looked over his shoulder to where Hail stood with Tate and Drake. Stella rubbed against him like a cat in heat.

Bianca followed his stare, her bottom lip wobbling, before she hung her head and dropped to her knees. There was something about seeing her defeated that made my cock ache. I hated it. I didn’t want to feel a damn thing for her, but my fucking dick seemed to have a mind of its own.

The party continued while she stared at Dom’s feet. Vincent offered her a drink that she refused.

“Hey, Dom,” Stella called out, coming up to him. She sneered in Bianca’s direction as Bianca stared at the patio.

“Stella,” Dom said.

“So, I heard you’re still single. True or false?” She let out a giggle.

“Where’d you hear that?” His face remained expressionless as she pushed her chest out.

She was laughable at best and sloppy as fuck at worst. “Everyone. I was thinking maybe you and I could go upstairs.”

“Aren’t you fucking Ivanov?”

“Sometimes,” she said. “But I have something you might want. If you come with me, I can give it to you.” She batted her lashes at him.

He glanced down at Bianca for a moment, a frown on his face, before getting to his feet.

“Watch her,” he said, nodding to Bianca while she glared at him. He followed Stella into the house, leaving me with Bianca since Vincent had disappeared.

I sank onto his seat and took a hit from the joint I had then drank down a mouthful of whiskey. I had no idea what the fuck to say to Bianca as she remained on her knees in front of me.

Deciding this shit was way too awkward, I offered her the joint. “Want some?”

She shook her head,

blonde waves tumbling around her.

“It’ll make this shit easier,” I pressed. “You won’t feel as much. I bet your knees hurt. It’ll only get worse as the night goes on. Dom will stay late just to fuck with you.”

She hesitated before she took the joint from me, drawing in a deep hit. She coughed out the smoke a moment later before taking a second, long hit. She coughed once more, and I handed her the bottle of whiskey.

She drank like it was water, sputtering when she stopped.

“There,” I said, impressed by how much she’d drank. “That’ll help.” I studied her for a moment as she swayed on her knees.

“You can get up if you want.”

She snapped her attention to me and widened her blue eyes.

“I’m not Dominic. I don’t play stupid fucking games just to piss people off if I can help it. You can leave. He did.”

“He’s fucking her, isn’t he? Stella?” She got up and staggered a bit, her eyes glassy.

I stood and steadied her at the waist, feeling her warmth beneath my hands. “Probably.”

She glanced to the house. My hands were still on her narrow waist.

Fucking drop your hands, Seeley. What the fuck?

“Why does it matter?”