Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

I scurried off, darting between tables as Aubrey offered Vincent another dollar. By the time I’d made it to the science building, I was out of breath.

Since it was the end of the day, the building was empty. I wandered down the halls, wondering where Fallon had disappeared to. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. His arm snaked around my waist, and his warm lips met the nape of my neck as he brushed my hair aside.

“Princess,” he murmured, his voice low and raspy. The sound sent a shockwave between my legs as I turned in his embrace.

“It’s not safe here.”

“Come on.” He took me by the hand and tugged me to a closed door. He pulled it open to reveal a dark closet with cleaning supplies.

“Better than nothing,” he grunted, bringing me inside and closing the door behind us.

The moment we were inside beneath the old, dim light of the closet, he hauled me against his body, his lips crashing against mine.

I clung to him, groaning into his mouth as he eagerly licked inside mine, his hard cock pressed against my belly.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I panted out between frantic kisses.

“I know,” he answered, lifting my skirt up and running his fingers along my damp underwear. “But I can’t seem to stay away.”

He hiked my leg up on his hip, easing his finger under the elastic of my panties so he could drag it along my center, rubbing my clit. I ground myself shamelessly against his hand, knowing we could be caught at any moment and both of us hauled before the firing squad.

“Don’t think,” he said, his lips making a hot trail along my jaw and down my neck. “Let’s just enjoy the moment.”

I could do that. With eager hands, I shoved my panties to the floor and stepped out of them.

Fallon unfastened his belt, the jingling of the buckle sounding so loud in the quiet of the closet as he released his cock. Then he lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around him.

“Sorry it’s not sweeter, princess.”

“Just fuck me,” I breathed out against his mouth.

“As the princess wishes.” He pushed deep into my heat, making me gasp. Our kisses grew sloppy, deep, merciless as he plundered my heat with his cock.

“Don’t leave any marks on me,” I managed to gasp, my entire agreement with Dominic flying out the window with the first thrust of Fallon deep inside me. Hell, who was I kidding? It went out the window the moment I took a step in his direction moments ago.

I told myself doing this with Fallon was a way to tear apart the two gangs, but in reality, I was doing it because I wanted to. I knew it. I wasn’t a good girl. Maybe I never was.

Which made me perfect for these bastards.

It made me feel powerful as Fallon stroked breathlessly into me, my release building.

“I want to mark every part of your body so everyone knows what we do,” he rasped.

The shelves shook as he railed me against them, cleaners toppling to the floor as our teeth and lips gnashed against one another.

I tightened around him, the burst of euphoria shooting through my body as my orgasm took hold. I moaned into his mouth, riding out the waves. He followed a moment later, his hot seed shooting deep inside me.

Breathless, he rested his forehead against mine, still holding me up.

“Fuck, that was good,” he managed to breathe out. “Did I hurt you?” His gaze swept over me.

I shook my head.

He let me down, and I picked my panties up from the floor and quickly put them on as he tucked himself back into his pants. I needed to find a bathroom so I could clean myself up. Maybe I could convince Vincent that I ran off because I felt sick.

“You OK?” Fallon asked.

I straightened my skirt a