Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

He shifted and moved onto his elbow so he was staring into my eyes. “Yeah, we know.”

“I don’t want to die, Levin. I want to find out why my dad left. Help him if I can. I want to marry someone I love. I want to feel good again, be happy.” I searched his face, hoping to find an inkling of anything from him. Maybe I was looking for hope. Or the answer to when it would all end. Or hell, begin.

“I can’t make promises to you, bumblebee,” he said, his brows crinkling as he ran his knuckles along my cheek. “I can’t say I won’t kill you but know I’ll probably feel bad about it if it happens. I don’t know anything about your old man. Because of the probability of me ending your life, I don’t see marriage in your future. But. . .” He trailed the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. “I can make you feel good if you want.”

I let out a shaky breath as I stared into his blue depths. “You said you’d never touch me unless it was to kill me.”

“Consider this torture then,” he murmured.

I didn’t expect him to lean forward and press his warm lips to mine, but that was exactly what he did. Immediately, my lips parted for him, tasting him for the first time. His tongue slid out and tangled with mine as he deepened the kiss, his fingers knotted in my hair as he drew me closer.

I pressed against him, my heart racing as butterflies did kick flips in my guts. With every ounce of bravery I had, I pushed him onto his back, our lips not separating, and straddled him. I didn’t know if he’d toss me off when he came to his senses or if he’d claim what I knew was his. His hands moved to my waist where he tightened his hold on me, encouraging the rocking motion I’d started against the massive bulge in his pants. My questions were answered as I ground against his hard length, moaning softly as he pushed up against the perfect spot between my legs.

I moved shamelessly against him, my breathing growing heavier as we continued to tangle our tongues.

When the heat swept through my body, I let out a gasp. Sensing my impending release, he thrust harder, making waves of euphoria crash around me. I clung to him as I rode out the pleasure.

“Feel good?” he asked, breathlessly.

I nodded, breathing hard.

“Then fucking do it again.”

I did as he said, not wanting to miss a moment of whatever time we had. I was already sensitive, but knowing I had Levin Seeley hard beneath me made me eager to see what else we could do. With fumbling hands, I undid his pants.

His hands shot out and gripped my wrists, stopping me. I stared back at him, wondering what the hell I’d done wrong.

“I’m not going to fuck you, bumblebee.”

I swallowed.

“But we can have some fun,” he husked out. “If you’re good with that.”

I nodded, more than good with that.

He lifted up and shimmied out of his pants for me, leaving his cock bare and hot against my damp panties.

His hands shifted beneath my skirt and tugged at the silk. The sound of ripping urged me to rub harder against him. Within moments, he dropped the tattered silk on the floor.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he grunted between kisses as I slid along his length, desperate to have him inside me.

“For you,” I managed to gasp out as the buttons from my top scattered across the floor.

He’d torn my top and shoved it off my shoulders, leaving me in nothing but my white lace bra and short skirt.

I slid along his length faster, the heat building as I raced toward another release.

“Come for me, bumblebee,” he called out as fire took hold.

I came hard and fast on his length. I’d gotten off twice just rubbing against him. I couldn’t imagine the highs he could take me to if I got him inside me.

Sitting up with me still trembling and straddling his lap, he kissed my lips before trailing scorching kisses down my neck and to my collarbone. My breath hitched as he placed a gentle kiss on the ugly burn mark before moving back to my neck and sucking against the sensitive skin. Moments later, his lips kissed a path to my

breasts where he nuzzled my cleavage.

“I want to fuck these,” he growled, nipping at the tops of my breasts just enough to make me wince and gasp.

“So do it,” I answered back.