Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

His response was to flip me onto my back. Swiftly, he dragged my skirt completely off before removing my bra as he straddled my midsection, his thick cock in the valley between my breasts.

“Hold them for me,” he commanded, giving his length a long stroke.

I whimpered as he reached between my legs and rubbed my sensitive pussy, gathering my wetness so he could stroke it along his cock, a dark glint in his eyes.

I already knew I should fear Levin Seeley, but seeing the way he looked at me in that moment made me realize how dangerous he really was. He wasn’t just a killer. He was the sort of guy who’d take a heart like mine and shred it. And I’d let him because he was something really fucking beautiful to me. Death. Destruction. Desperation. Yeah, Levin Seeley owned me. It had just taken me that long to truly realize it.

I held my breasts for him as he pushed through them, letting out a soft groan as he did it. With one hand, he reached forward and fisted my hair. He wasn’t gentle about it, but I wasn’t foolish enough to think he was gentle in bed.

“Open your mouth,” he said, thrusting between my breasts again.

I did as I was told, the head of his cock kissing my lips with every thrust.

“Tongue out. Taste me,” his voice was a low growl as he continued his onslaught.

My tongue darted out, licking and sucking his head as much as I could with his strokes.

“Fuck,” he groaned, moving faster between my breasts and against my tongue. “I’m going to come all over that pretty face.”

My pulse thundered in my ears at his proclamation. He was breathless, fucking my breasts and mouth, his fist so tight in my hair it made my eyes water.

His movements were powerful, making me wince as he slid back and forth. I’d be bruised tomorrow because of how rough with me he was.

“Look at me,” he commanded in his deep voice, his eyes wild. “Look at who the fuck you belong to.”

I locked my gaze with his as he continued his onslaught. With a rough tug, he forced his cock into my mouth, his head hitting the back of my throat and stopping my breath from coming. I struggled to move away from him, but he pressed farther, both hands on either side of my head as he kept this cock lodged in my throat. Just when I thought I’d pass out, he eased out, letting me gulp in lungfuls of air before he did it again, brutally fucking my mouth and bringing me dangerously close to blacking out.

“Fuck,” he groaned as I clawed at his powerful thighs, black sparkles dotting my vision. He pulled out then thrust twice more before withdrawing completely from my mouth and taking hold of his cock.

With a final stroke, his release spurted out onto my face, long ropes of his orgasm marking me in the sins we’d just created. He groaned through it, his body tense as it trembled through the pleasure. When he was finished, he stared down at me breathlessly, covered in his seed, and ran his cock along my lips, seemingly mesmerized.

“Clean me,” he commanded softly.

I opened my mouth for him and licked along his cock, tasting his bitter saltiness.

“Swallow,” he whispered, raking his fingers through my hair. “Choke on what you made me do.”

Again, I did as he commanded, and swallowed the taste of him, gently sucking along his cock as he peered down at me with hooded eyes. I reached out and ran my hands along the hard lines of his abdomen, relishing in how beautiful he was.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pulling his cock free of my mouth and running his thumb along my bottom lip.

We locked gazes for a moment before he shifted off and left me lying in his bed, my face covered in his release and my body on full display.

He returned a moment later with a warm, wet washcloth and began cleaning my face. He worked meticulously, wiping up the mess he’d made, his lips parted. When he was done, he went to the bathroom again, ran some water, and then came back. I’d already reached for my bra, figuring he’d probably tell me to kick rocks and do the walk of shame. I was surprised when he reached out and took my bra from me, dropping it back onto the floor before he crawled in beside me.

“One night,” he said softly, hauling me against his naked body.

I didn’t question him as I snuggled against his heat, his arms wrapped tightly around me.

One night seemed to be about the extent of all I was good for in regard to the men at Bolten Academy.

But I’d take it because I was glutton for punishment.

Thirty-Six

Dominic

“I have a job for you.” My father sat forward in his seat, eyeing me as I settled into the leather chair across from him.