Pretty Little Sins (Kings of Bolten 2)

All night,I tossed and turned, not sleeping. I punched my pillow, wondering if Bianca was OK. I’d seen the way De Santis had looked at her. The way her he'd held her and whispered to her. How she'd curled into him even after the shit he'd pulled.

And the other two kings… yeah, all three of them were head over heels for her, even Levin, the tough-as-nails dickhead.

But so was I.

I wasn’t stupid enough to think things were going to be easy or that the kings weren’t just using me to get to Hail. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if this shit actually got me killed this time. Bianca was worth the risk. I felt it beyond my heart and into my soul. We just…clicked. My missing puzzle piece, even if she was pissed at me right now. It was no less than I deserved after the shit I’d done.

I rolled over, envisioning her smile. Her laughter. The way her body felt against mine. How my heart shattered into a million pieces as I was tied in that damn basement thinking she was dead.

When she'd walk into the room, my heart had nearly jumped out of my chest with joy.

De Santis had crushed my world when he'd said he'd married her. It was worlds better than Hail though. She wasn’t exactly safe with De Santis—given his family's connections—but she was a hell of a lot safer there than if she were Hail’s girl. At least the kings seemed to give a shit about her.

And I sure as hell did.

“Bianca,” I murmured into my dark room.

I closed my eyes, keeping her face in my mind’s eye. What I wouldn’t give to hold her right then. My stomach turned, knowing that was exactly what De Santis was probably doing. Holding her. Kissing her. Touching her. Making her moan.

I ground my teeth and pushed the image of her writhing beneath him out of my head. I didn’t know how the fuck I was going to deal with that whole mess, but De Santis swore to me that she'd be mine too if I complied.

If I became a king and was loyal.

I’d be anything they wanted me to be if it meant getting my princess back in my arms.

In the meantime, I’d have to learn to control myself whenever I saw her. I already wanted to haul her away from all this shit, and she wasn't even back on campus yet.

I licked my lips, hoping the kings gave me something to do so I could be that much closer to holding her again.

I thought about my sister, Natalia. In the morning, I’d ask De Santis for help with her. I knew they said they'd do what they could to save her. And I knew I was supposed to heel and be their bitch, but I wanted Nattie to be safe too. I wanted confirmation that De Santis was actually doing something to help her and not using her as a way to control me.

Something told me the big German fuck, Levin, wanted it too if it meant she loved his brother Stefan. I was banking on his feelings panning out because if they didn’t, I’d be forced to step out of line and pray I didn’t fuck things up worse than they already were.

Hell, it had worked last time.