Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

After finishing our beers at the tree, we’d taken to the darkness and finished off the six pack, both of us bitching about the lords and kings.

“Fuck.” He laughed, righting himself as we stopped.

I leaned against a tree and closed my eyes, enjoying the spinning feeling. We were deep in the woods, far from the party. The sounds from the music and partygoers had long since faded.

When I opened my eyes, Fallon was standing in front of me, a lopsided grin on his face. Then it dawned on me that I was alone in the middle of the woods, drunk and high off my ass, with a lord. An enemy.

My breath hitched as he came closer. He reached out and brushed a lock of hair from my face.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said softly.

I stared up at him, feeling dazed. “Might save me a lot of pain if you just got it over with.”

He shook his head as sadness and pain painted his features. “Maybe for you, but it would kill me if something happened to you.”

I swallowed.

“I keep thinking about that night in Hail’s room,” he continued quietly. “I was so fucking angry you had to do that. I wanted to kill them and take you away from it.”

“Why are you a lord?” I asked, cocking my head.

He gave me a sad smile. “My dad is one of Ivanov’s men. An enforcer. By default, it looks like I’m supposed to be too.”

“That sucks.”

“It does.” He inched closer until our bodies were touching.

“Can’t you leave?”

“Where would I go?” he murmured. “You and I are a lot alike. At least blood doesn’t bind you.”

We stood staring at one another beneath the moonlight. It seemed Fallon had it just as bad as I did. And for that, my heart ached for him.

“Bianca?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” His dark brows crinkled, his voice soft.

The question took me by surprise. Why would a lord want me? Was it some sort of trick? I was far too buzzed to think this through logically. I just wanted to feel better, no matter who it was with, so I nodded wordlessly.

He leaned in. My heartbeat thundered in my ears. A moment later, the soft brush of his lips against mine made butterflies flutter to life in my chest. I fell into the kiss when he deepened it, his arms snaking around my waist, bringing me closer as the warmth from his hard body rushed over me.

I was crazy. Certifiably insane as I parted my lips and let my tongue dance with his.

Fallon knew how to kiss, I’d give him that, but he could also fuck me and leave me for dead when he was done too.

Something deep in my guts told me Fallon wasn’t like that though. He was different from any of the lords and kings. Maybe it was my drunk and horny intuition reasoning with me, or maybe it was my anger imagining Dominic deep inside Stella at the moment, an enemy.

To hell with it. If Dominic could fuck someone from the lords, so could I. And Fallon wasn’t anything to scoff at. Sexy. Tall. Muscular. Full lips that made my stomach flip in excitement, and a body that was all hard muscles. His soft, dark, wavy hair made him appear sweet as sugar. Not to mention those sparkling eyes of his. Yeah. Fuck Dominic De Santis and the rest of the kings.

I moved my hands beneath Fallon’s dark Henley, feeling all the corded muscle beneath.

“Did I tell you how fucking gorgeous you look tonight?” he breathed out between kisses as his hands moved from my waist to my bare thighs.

“Tell me,” I said breathlessly.

“I was hoping to get you alone so I could show you.”