Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

And his fingers. God, his fingers.

“Relax,” he breathed out against my heat.

I tried to as he gathered my wetness with his finger and circled the tight ring of my backside.

“Vinny, I’ve never—”

“Trust me,” he said, pushing his finger gently past the ring.

I cried out as his mouth met my heat again, his finger moving slowly into my ass.

The feelings were so intense that I reached out and held his face between my legs, moaning as another orgasm racked my body at unprecedented speed and force. My cheeks heated when I felt the dampness run down my ass onto his mattress from the explosion I’d just had.

“That’s a fucking beautiful mess,” Vincent said as I released his hair, his face glistening from being buried between my legs. “Fuck, baby. I’ve never had a girl come like that before. I’ll gladly sleep in the wet spot.”

My skin reddened more at his words, but he was quick to wipe his face and move up my body, pressing his lips to mine. I could taste myself on him.

“I’m a bad person,” I said between kisses. “I shouldn’t feel the way I feel for all of you.”

“Mm, I like it,” he said, nipping my bottom lip. “Don’t feel bad. I want this. They do too. Promise.”

“Swear?”

“On my life.” His tongue slid into my mouth, and that was the end of that.

I’d believe anything he told me at that moment.

Soon our kisses slowed to a sweet waltz until they stopped altogether. Vincent had me back in his arms, my sweats back in place.

“What about you?” I asked softly.

“I have all I need right now,” he answered giving me a tight squeeze and kissing the top of my head.

I snuggled closer as another movie played in the background.

Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad. One king was better than none, and Vincent Valentino was one hell of a prize to be won.

My mind wandered to Fallon.

I closed my eyes envisioning him joining me and the kings.

Sometimes all a girl had were her dreams.

Forty

Levin

I finished my whiskey and stared at Dom. He looked like he’d been drawn and quartered. His face was pinched in quiet anger, more so than usual.

“Drink. You’re still an asshole,” I grunted, pushing the bottle toward him.

He stared at it before picking it up and sloshing some into his mouth.

We’d barely said two words to one another since he’d found me in bed with Bianca. When he’d knocked on my door earlier that evening, I’d opened it and let him in. He hadn’t said much since coming into my room, but the alcohol was good and that helped.

“I fucked up.” He slid the bottle back to me.

I picked it up and took another swig. He hadn’t said shit as far as I knew about what went down between him and Bianca after he stormed out of my room with her in his arms. Based on what I knew about Dom, it wasn’t anything good. The bruises on her neck only proved that.