Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

“She was the one engaged to him. Not me.” She bit her bottom lip, trying to look sexy, and maybe she was.

But she was nothing compared to the girl waiting outside on her knees for me. Not that Bianca was anything more than a deal I’d made to fuck with Ivanov—at least that was the plan in the beginning—but I had to admit, she was a hell of a lot better in the sack than Stella would ever hope to be.

It took everything in me earlier to not to bend her over my bed and fuck her tight, little pussy raw while she sucked Vincent’s cock. I’d restrained myself, feeling like a complete asshole for how I’d been treating her, something new for me. I typically didn’t give a shit how I dealt with those lower than myself. But something about Bianca had me. I’d said I’d protect her, and I would. But she needed to fall in line. The girl was driving me fucking nuts. If it wasn’t her mouth running and driving me to the edge of my sanity, then it was her mouth looking so kissable. So fuckable. I’d seared the memory of me between her legs away deep into my mind already. The girl was poison, and I had no damn antidote to contain the sickness which was coming over me.

“We both know that’s a bunch of shit. Tell me what you want or get the fuck out,” I said, sneering as I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

She let out a huff and pouted at me for a moment before letting out an exaggerated sigh.

“Fine. He wants her back.”

I rolled my eyes. “No shit. Tell me something I don’t know.”

“He’s planning on getting her. If he can’t, he’s going to kill her. You know how he is. Not that I care about the little homewrecking bitch, but you’ve always been good to me, Dominic.” She licked her lips. “Real good. In fact, if you let the little piece of trailer trash go back to Hail, you can have me. You know I’m good for it. I’ll suck the kings’ cocks whenever they want. You won’t need to be gentle with me. And you know how much money my family has.”

She leaned forward and skimmed her lips along my jaw while she rested her hand on my cock over my pants.

I let out a soft chuckle and grabbed her hand. I pushed her onto her back and hovered over her.

“You’re forgetting one thing,” I whispered in her ear as she breathed heavily, her tits against my chest.

“Mm, what?”

“I don’t fucking want you.” I pushed off her and backed away. “Come find me when you have something worth telling me. Other than that, stay the fuck out of my way.”

I left the room, annoyed she thought she had a chance. I went back downstairs, ready to let Bianca up from her knees.

“Where the fuck is she?” I demanded when I got to Levin who’d almost finished his bottle of whiskey.

“I told her to fuck off and go. She off she fucked.” He shrugged. “I really didn’t think she would. I thought since you have her so well trained, she’d stay here. Isn’t that how trained dogs are supposed to be?”

I knew it was a jab at me for making her get on all fours in the cafeteria and eat, but for a guy who claimed to hate her, he sure had his moments of giving a shit.

“If I put her on her knees, you fucking leave her there,” I snapped at him. “Get the fuck up and help me find her.”

Levin rolled his eyes and staggered to his feet.

“Where’s Vincent?” I scanned the crowd as they danced and drank.

It was getting too hard to see because night had fallen. The bonfire raged, casting shadows around the ravine.

“He left before you did. I haven’t seen him since.”

“If fucking Ivanov or his guys got her, your ass is fucked, Seeley,” I swore at him, storming off to find her. It didn’t slip past me the look of worry that flashed across his face.

Fuckin

g prick couldn’t lie to me. He was worried too.

Twenty-Eight

Bianca

I stood on the edge of the party, leaning against a tree. My head swam from all the whiskey and weed. I hadn’t ever been high in my life until now, so the spins and strange giddiness within me made me feel odd.

All I wanted to do was go back to my room and curl up in bed. To hell with it all. I’d been hoping to find someone who knew something about my dad here, and it was a long shot—I knew that. But all I’d found was more trouble than I could currently handle. I was as good as dead. The moment David found out about my split from Hail, that would be it. Lights out, Bianca.

Then there was Dominic. Fucking Dominic. I was still kicking my own ass for thinking he gave a modicum of a shit about me. I guessed a night with a guy treating me like I mattered could mess with a girl’s emotions. That was on me. I should’ve known better. I was nothing but entertainment and an easy target for them to humiliate. Then the bastard had to finger me in front of Vincent as a punishment. Add to it that I was simply too afraid to talk to him about my dad and all I had left was my misery.