Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

Yeah, the kings had come to my rescue, but there was always a cost. What I needed was to be the queen of this place so people bowed to me instead of trying to make me cower. I just needed to figure out how to get there because it meant everything for a lot of people. I was never going to get answers about where my father was if I didn’t. I needed to get close to De Santis. His family name always came up when it concerned my dad.

If he couldn’t help, no one could.

Ten

Vincent

I watched as Bianca walked across campus, her lush ass swinging in her Bolten Academy uniform. Those damn things were never short enough, teasing me with the potential view.

Tossing the rest of my joint on the ground, I blew out the smoke and followed her.

Something was going on. The girl practically screamed for help at lunch. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised by Levin stepping forward. Levin’s hatred for all things D’Angelou and Ivanov wasn’t a secret. Hell, he hated all people most days, regardless of lineage. The fact he’d spoken up and pointed out her plea had me questioning everything I thought I knew.

She stopped and put money into a vending machine, buying a granola bar and a bottle of apple juice. I’d yet to see her eat lunch. Guess she lived on love, but hell, the girl had to be starving if I knew Ivanov the way I thought I did.

Wanting to see what made her tick, I decided to make a move.

“Didn’t want sausage for breakfast?”

She turned and nearly ran into me. Her cheeks flushed red, all that blonde hair cascading around her. I bet fucking her from behind with my fingers tangled in her wild locks would be the ride of a lifetime.

I raked my eyes up and down her body, smirking at her.

She pulled herself together quickly. “I don’t like sausage.”

“Maybe you just haven’t had the right kind yet,” I said, enjoying making her squirm as her gaze darted around.

“Maybe,” she finally said, staring at a spot over my shoulder.

“Look at me,” I commanded softly. Forcefully.

Her blue eyes immediately focused on my face. I cocked my head at her.

“There you go. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

She licked her lips, seemingly thinking before she answered me. “Until I’m a bad one.” She shouldered past me as my cock twitched to life in my pants.

I smiled, watching her ass sway in that short skirt.

“I sure hope you’re bad,” I murmured, not bothering to chase her but definitely not satisfied with the taste I’d gotten. If anything, I was now even hungrier for Bianca D’Angelou.

“I want Ivanov’s girl,” I proclaimed as I flopped down in a leather chair in the commons room on campus.

The kings took up one corner of the room. We’d claimed the spot as ours the day we started school here, and no one dared to sit there, even when we weren’t around to claim it. Dominic peered up at me and sat back in his seat, his face impassive. That was the thing about Dom. I never knew what he was thinking. The guy could be having the time of his life, and we’d never know it because he was so fuc

king serious all the time.

Levin scoffed, a muscle thrumming along his jaw, as his leg bounced. The big fucker didn’t make his dislike of the girl unknown, but I was still hung up on why he’d helped her to start with. Totally out of character for him.

“Come on, Levin. You know you’d fuck her ten ways to Sunday with that big, old cock of yours,” I encouraged, grinning at him.

“I don’t fuck trash,” he grunted back at me.

“To be fair, you did fuck Lydia Duncan,” I pointed out, reminding him of the underclassman he took to pound town last year behind the science building.

The girl was here on a scholarship and didn’t have shit going for her. Low-income housing and free money were the name of her game. Levin wrecked her in more ways than one. It wasn’t often Dominic had to step in and tell a chick to beat it since most of them knew we were one-and-done kind of guys, but apparently, Lydia didn’t get the memo and kept coming back for more. Dominic fucked her until she cried when she tried to get to Levin again. Needless to say, we hadn’t seen much of Lydia after that.

“Sometimes you have to slum it.” Levin’s facial expression didn’t change as his gaze roamed the area.