Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

“You fucked someone else.” I knew in my gut she had. I still didn’t have a name. I needed his fucking name. I needed to take out whoever he was. I’d sent the court out to do some digging, but nothing had come back as of yet.

She visibly swallowed as she stared back at me.

“Tell me who it was, and I promise everything will be OK.”

She licked her lips. “I-I can’t.”

“Why?” I snarled, the rage building in me again.

“I-I. . .”

“She likes him. Hell, probably loves him,” Levin called out softly from across the room.

I turned to him for a moment, my insides churning into a hot mess, before looking back to her.

“Is that true?”

“He’s… not like you—”

“Like me?” I squeezed her face.

Her hands landed on my thighs as her chest heaved, fear flashing in her glistening eyes. “What the fuck do you find wrong with me, wasp?”

When she didn’t answer me, I shook her face.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” she gasped out.

“And he’s a fucking fairy godmother, granting your pussy wishes?”

“It’s not like that.”

My fingers tightened against her soft skin, knowing I was squeezing too hard but not giving a large amount of shit over the fact. “Then what is it like?”

“He doesn’t hurt me,” she gasped.

I released her and sank back in my seat. Vincent and Levin were both quiet while I surveyed her through narrowed eyes.

“Hurting you isn’t what I want,” I finally said. “In fact, I wanted to give you better than what you had.”

Her eyes widened, her throat bobbing as she swallowed.

I blew out a breath and raked my fingers through my hair. “Tell me what you want. Name your terms.”

She licked her lips. “I want the humiliation to stop. I don’t want to be forced to my knees whenever you demand something from me. I want to be treated with respect and not hurt. I-I want you to not be with other girls—”

“But you can be with other men?” I raised a brow at her, trying to maintain my cool.

Her fucking someone else wasn’t something I’d get over anytime soon even though she wasn’t technically my girl.

She shook her head. “I’m really not. It was a one-time thing. There’s no way it would ever work out between us.”

“And if it could?” I leaned forward, studying her.

“It couldn’t,” she said helplessly. “It’s a nice fantasy, but I’m who I am. I need to accept that and move on.”

I sat back and rubbed my chin. “If you behave, if you listen, I’ll agree to your new terms, but if you see whoever it was again, I really will kill both of you. I’ll make you watch while I cut his throat, and then I’ll fuck you with the bloody blade. And if I find out who it was, he’s a dead man still.”

“I don’t want him to be hurt.”