BIANCA
“You’ll need something white,” Dominic said as he picked a cheesy nacho off his plate during lunch a few days after I’d woken up between him and Vincent.
My pussy ached like no tomorrow the next day, but if memory served me correctly, they’d both done a number on it at the same time. Whenever I thought about it, I blushed.
God, I’d changed.
I’d gone from no sex to being pounded by two dicks in the same hole seemingly overnight.
“I don’t think white suits me, husband,” I said, feeling the heat in my cheeks.
He smirked at me, clearly having the same image in his head I’d just had in mine.
“You’re an angel, B,” Vincent said, leaning in. “You took us to heaven that night. You should definitely wear white.”
My face grew hotter at his words.
“Open,” Dominic said.
I opened my mouth without pushing his buttons, and he slid the nacho into my mouth. Over the last few weeks, I’d noticed a change in Dominic. He was still possessive, jealous, and violent like always. But he also had this overwhelming caring streak that made me stumble a bit emotionally whenever we were near one another, which was often since Levin was spending all of his time with Celeste. Levin and I hadn’t spoken since the night at the dip. I’d seen him talk to the guys when I wasn’t nearby, but whenever I’d approach, he’d glare and storm away.
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt my heart a little, but Vincent had summed it up perfectly for me the day before while we sat in the commons waiting for Dominic.
“You made your bed, B. Now, you gotta lie in it. It doesn’t mean it’s forever, you know?”
“But he’s with Celeste,” I said, frowning.
Vincent nodded but said nothing, so I plowed on, letting the words tumble off my lips before I could stop them, “Do you think they’re sleeping together?”
Vincent winced at the question and leaned back in his seat. “Why does it matter? Like, what will knowing do? Make things worse? Is that what you want? To feel more miserable? Baby, don’t do that to yourself. You both said you were done. He’s just doing what he has to now.”
I swallowed, knowing Levin was sleeping with her. I’d overheard Maria Vance talking to Lacy Morse about it in the bathroom on Monday. Naturally, I’d stayed in my stall, listening. Apparently, Celeste had gushed to them about how incredible Levin was in bed.
I’d thrown up after they’d left, the knowledge making me sick.
“What’s wrong? Your little posse split up?” Hail asked as he loomed over our table with the lords flanking him. “I heard you were all on the outs. Didn’t realize Bianca’s pussy could work up so many men at once.”
Immediately, I curled against Dominic, my heart thudding hard.
“Who the fuck said you could come over here and speak?” Dominic snarled, rising to his feet, Vincent following.
I reached out and tugged at Dominic’s hand. He twined his fingers through mine and gave them a gentle squeeze which was a stark contrast to the look on his face and the stance he’d taken.
“I just wanted to check out how my girl was doing,” Hail said innocently. His gaze snapped to me. “How are you? You sucking the kings’ cocks as good as you sucked the lords’ or were you holding out on us? I heard Levin thought your pussy was so sloppy he ran off to fuck Celeste.”
One moment Dominic was holding my hand, and the next that hand turned into a fist and connected with Hail’s face in a sickening crack.
Then it became an all-out free-for-all. The lords snapped into action, attacking Dominic and Vincent. I gasped when Fallon’s fist connected with Dominic’s face. Fallon ducked away as Dominic lunged for him with so much fury on his face it took my breath away. Before he could get to Fallon, Hail intercepted him and took a swing. Dominic blocked it and punched him in the gut. Fallon swung at Vincent, who dipped away.
It was still an unfair fight. Four on two always was. And really, what the hell was Fallon doing? Did he really need to play along so violently?
Vincent had Tate and Drake on him. Dominic dealt with Hail and Fallon, the three of them going blow for blow with one another. Dominic was definitely not pulling punches like Fallon seemed to be doing now.
Hail’s elbow came up and caught me in the jaw as I tried to scramble away. The hit sent me tumbling to my ass, blood seeping in my mouth from where I’d bitten my lip when I fell.
Warm arms wrapped around me and hauled me to my feet as students screamed and dove away amid the hurricane of gang warfare.
I glanced up to find myself staring into Levin’s blue eyes. His gaze swept over my face, zeroing in on my lip. His thumb brushed against it, his eyes darkening. My heart skipped.
“Get her the fuck out of here,” Levin snarled to Aubrey who’d rushed over to me. “Take her to Dom’s room. Now.” He shoved me back and jumped into the fray, punching Fallon in the face.
Fallon cursed and punched him back, both of them toppling to the floor in a heap of fists and fury.
“Bianca, come on,” Aubrey said urgently as Stella shot up from her seat and rushed to the door.