Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

It had been nearly two weeks since the incident with the kings in the dining hall. They may have saved me that day, but every day since had been a heavy petting fest with Hail. I’d spent my birthday being felt up by the maniac. He hadn’t known it was my birthday. I figured that would have translated into him thinking I needed birthday sex. I kept my head down and celebrated my eighteenth birthday alone in my room after with a chocolate bar from the vending machine.

“Touch me, Bianca.”

I grimaced and reached for him, cradling his face as he kissed me. Usually, all I needed to do was lie there while he kissed all over me. Tonight was different.

Just as fast as I put my hands on him, he rolled me onto him so I was straddling his waist.

I stared down at him, wondering what fresh hell awaited me at his hands.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. My old man finally did right by me.”

I tried not to flinch away as he sat up with me still straddling his lap and undid the buttons on my blouse.

“Hail—”

“Shut up,” he grunted. “I’ve had a bad day, Bianca. Pissing me off more by denying my needs won’t end well.” He pushed my shirt off, a first for us, and exposed my white, lacy bra.

“These really are nice,” he breathed out, squeezing one of my breasts over my bra. “At least I won’t have to spend money to get your tits done.”

I ground my teeth and looked away from him. He reached out and turned my face back to him.

“I want to see you.”

“You are seeing me,” I answered.

“No.” He chuckled softly. “I want to see you. You’re a bought and paid for commodity. I want to see what that kind of money got me.”

“Hail, please,” I whispered. “You’re screwing Stella already and God knows who else. I doubt you need to see me—”

He gripped my jaw painfully, a dark look sweeping over his features.

“Is it a problem who I fuck, Bianca? Because I have needs. If you’d spread your legs for me, I’d be using you as my dumpster instead of them.”

I tried to pull away from him, but he gripped harder.

“You’re lucky I don’t make you. You know that?” His warm breath blew across my face. He released me only to reach down and cup my ass cheeks beneath my uniform skirt. I let out a whimper of pain as he held fast, yanking me against his erection.

“I need to get off, Bianca. Stella is busy tonight. So I guess the task falls to you.”

I swallowed hard as he kissed along my neck again. I’d been a fool to think at some point it wouldn’t come to this.

He pushed my hand down to the erection straining against his pressed uniform pants.

“Feel that? That’s what you do to me, rat.”

I squeezed my eyes closed as he managed to unzip his pants. The warmth from his velvety length brushed against my hand.

“Touch me,” he instructed in a snarl. “Get me off.”

“Hail, I-I don’t, I mean, I-I’ve never—”

“Take my cock in your filthy hand and stroke me until I come. It’s either that or I fuck that pretty mouth of yours. You choose.”

I cringed as I wrapped my fingers around his long, thick length. He let out a breath and thrust into my hand. I rubbed him up and down, making sure to keep my eyes closed as he kissed my neck and lips and anywhere else he could get his mouth. He grasped and squeezed my breasts as he moaned.

“Don’t stop,” he groaned out as someone knocked on his door. “Keep going.”

I did as instructed, hoping the knocking would get me out of the situation. Instead of the person knocking again, the door opened, and Tate stepped into the room.