Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

“You’re not being a horrible asshole.” I frowned.

“I’m never a horrible asshole, B. I’m usually quite friendly … until I’m not.” He winked, using words similar to those I’d used on him during our first encounter.

“Which seems pretty often if you ask me.” I sighed, peering past him and ignoring my new nickname. “Look, this was nic

e and all, but I can’t be seen talking to you.”

I made to step away from him, but Vincent caught my hand and pulled me back, my chest bumping against his.

“We’re here when you’re ready, B. You need us more than you want to admit. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have come to us. Your time’s up in a few hours.”

My lips parted as I stared into his dark eyes. He leaned in, our mouths only inches apart. His large, warm hand cradled my hip. The gentle caress of his knuckles against my cheek made my heart skip.

“It’ll be worth your time, many times.”

“What does that mean?” I breathed.

A dark smile curved his lips up. “Come find out. We’re waiting.” And with that, he released me before turning and walking away.

“What did you buy today?” Hail asked as he pulled me onto his lap later that night in his room.

“A few outfits. Some shoes. Bags.” My muscles were on high alert, waiting for him to make his move. Add to that my worry about having to make a decision about the kings, and my anxiety was working me overtime.

“Yeah?” He ran his hand up my thigh. He angled my head so he could kiss my lips. I tried to not let him deepen it, but he did, his tongue infiltrating my mouth. “Fuck me, Bianca. I want you so much.”

“Hail—”

“Shh.” He quieted me by kissing me again. “Give it to me. Make me a fucking legend. I’ll have it all.”

I trembled as he eased me back on the bed, his lips on mine, his erection pressing against my heat as he ground against me.

“Fuck. I can’t imagine how tight you are. I’ve never had a virgin before. I want it.” His fingers skimmed against the lace of my panties beneath my skirt. “Are you on the pill?”

“No,” I lied, not wanting to give him any reason to want me more.

He stopped and loomed over me, his brows crinkling. “What?”

“I-I’m not.”

He moved off me and got to his feet. I sat up, fear coursing through me as he picked his phone up and made a call.

“Tate? Tell Fallon and Drake to get here. Check her room. Yeah.” He hung up and went to his window and looked out it.

“Hail?” I called out softly.

“Just stay where you are, Bianca.” He didn’t look at me.

“What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

He remained quiet. Sickness churned deep in my guts. Minutes passed in silence before Tate, Drake, and Fallon came into the room.

What the hell. . .

“Have a seat,” Hail said, motioning for them to sit on the bed.

I quickly scooted to the edge of the bed and started to stand up, but Hail stepped forward and pushed me back to my ass as the guys settled in around me.

“Did you bring it?” Hail asked.