Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

“You’re making sure I’m annoyed,” I said, closing his closet door. “Can I go now? I cleaned everything. I have to do Levin’s trig homework before morning.”

“Is that what he has you doing?” Dom smirked, setting his whiskey on the small table beside him and unfolding his long form from the leather chair he sat in.

I grunted and watched as he approached me, undoing his cufflinks as he closed the distance.

He stopped in front of me and ran his knuckles along my cheek. “Want me to make it up to you?”

“How?” I stared up at him as he peered back at me without a hint of emotion on his face.

“However you want, wasp.”

“Maybe you could come clean my room,” I said, suddenly nervous.

He let out a soft chuckle before he lifted me up like I weighed nothing at all and set me on his bed. Wordlessly, he placed his hand on my chest and pushed me back before he dropped to his knees and tugged my butt to the edge of the bed.

“Dominic—”

“Shh,” he said, pushing my skirt up. “If you’re going to open your mouth, you may as well be screaming my name instead.” He dragged my panties down my legs and tossed them to the floor before positioning my thighs on his shoulders.

“You’ve been a good girl. Good girls get rewarded when I own them.” And with those words, his mouth met my heat, making me arch my back and claw his blanket. He lashed furiously at my clit. Sucking. Nibbling. Licking. I saw stars when he pushed a finger into me and hooked it, pressing against a spot that made me feel like I was going to rocket off the bed.

In. Out. In. Out. Suck. Bite. Lick.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I came hard with a loud cry, my fingers tangled in his hair as he ate me through the pounding orgasm and into the next, never slowing his pace.

A few minutes later, I lay trembling in his bed as he pulled away, his mouth glistening with my release.

Before I could say a word at the surprise, there was a knock on his door. He got to his feet without bothering to wipe his mouth and yanked it open. I sat up and made sure my skirt was pulled down. My panties were too far from me to get to before Vincent and Levin stalked into the room.

“No need to ask what you were doing,” Levin grunted, taking in Dom’s glistening lips and my guilty expression.

“Man’s gotta eat.” Vincent clapped Dom on the shoulder and went straight for my panties. He scooped them off the floor and grinned at me.

“Lose something, B?”

“Give me those.” I held my hand out to him, but his grin widened as he stuffed them into his pocket like a damn creep.

“If you want them, you can come get them from me tonight. I have a job for you.”

“Laundry?” I asked dryly.

He grabbed his dick through his pants and winked at me. “It is dirty, but it’s not laundry, B.”

“Why’s your dick dirty?” I countered, irritated with his teasing. I was already having a hard enough time

getting Fallon out of my head not to mention Dom doing what he just did.

“Because it hasn’t been used in a few days. It gets dusty from non-use.”

“So find someone to fuck,” I said, getting to my feet and wincing at the cool air beneath my skirt.

“You?” He raised his brows at me.

“Knock it off.” Levin stomped over to Dom’s whiskey, something I didn’t understand how he was allowed to keep on campus without getting into trouble over it. But he was a king. He could do anything he wanted it seemed.

“Why? Jealous, big guy?” Vincent sank onto the bed, dragging me back down beside him.