Pretty Little Sins (Kings of Bolten 2)

“Perfect timing. Levin did us a favor. Come on.” Vincent took me by the arm and led me around the patio to a darkened corner out of sight of everyone.

The moment we were away, his lips crashed against mine, and his hands tightened on my hips. My mind was still with Levin as Vincent’s mouth moved with mine.

“B, don’t tell me I really should've drugged you,” Vincent whispered.

I shook myself out of my stupor and kissed him back. He let out a soft groan before his tongue slid along mine.

“How fast can I get you off?” he asked breathlessly as his hands traversed beneath my top and skimmed my breasts.

As furious as I was, I went for it. An anger fuck might soothe my wounded soul.

“Try me and find out,” I answered back.

That was all he needed to hear because a moment later, he lifted me and pinned me to the side of the house, his dick already out of his pants and his fingers pushing my panties aside.

“I-I’m not on the pill right now—”

“I’ll fuck you for a bit, and then you can suck me off, baby,” he said, guiding his dick through my folds.

I was good with that.

He pushed forward, filling me as I cried out against his lips.

“Shh. We don’t want to get caught,” he choked out, thrusting hard into me.

I raked my fingers through his hair, causing him to hiss.

“Fuck, I hope you’re OK with a good time and not a long time,” he grunted as he thrust into me once more. “Your pussy is strangling my cock so good.”

I nipped his neck making him growl and rail into me harder. His lips kissed and sucked any place he pressed them.

“Vinny,” I choked out as the heat grew low in my belly. “Faster.”

He obliged, spearing me hard and fast, the sounds of our dirty, rough fucking echoing in the cool night air.

It was exactly what my wounded heart needed. I came with a cry, which he swallowed down.

Breathless and weak, I pushed him away and dropped to my knees. I took his length in my hand and stroked him. His head fell back, and a groan slipped from his lips. I slid my tongue along him, tasting the mess we’d made before sucking him deeply into my mouth.

His fingers tangled through my hair as he fucked my mouth with wild abandon, his dick hitting the back of my throat with every thrust.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it. God, you’re fucking amazing,” he rasped as he held me still so he could continue his onslaught.

Moments later, he let out a low, erotic groan that made electric shocks dance between my legs. He came hard and fast in my mouth as his legs trembled.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned softly.

When his cock stopped twitching, I pulled away and swallowed. He held his hand out to me and helped me to my feet a moment later.

“You’re the fucking dream, baby B,” he said, zipping his pants and giving me a lazy smile beneath the moon.

He leaned in, his lips brushing mine as he caged me against the side of the house between his arms. “How’d we taste?”

Before I could answer, someone cleared their throat from behind Vincent.

Slowly, Vincent turned his head, and I peeked over his shoulder. Levin stood a few feet from us, looking so pissed I thought he was going to take out his gun and shoot someone.

“Dom is looking for you,” he said with a grunt.

“Just in time, huh, baby?” Vincent said, backing up and wrapping his arm around my waist.

“You shouldn’t be sneaking off with her,” Levin said tightly as Vincent led me along the side of the house.

“Dom knows she’s with me,” Vincent shot back. “And she was completely safe, right, B?”

“Yeah,” I said, casting a quick peek at Levin, who still wore a deep frown.

He yanked Vincent to a stop. “Listen, I don’t give a fuck what you do with her, but I do care if my ass gets ripped into because of it. So the next time you feel like fucking off with Dom’s wife, make sure he knows. I just got chewed out because he couldn’t find her.”

“I’m sure Celeste will lick your wounds.” The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them.

Levin glared at me. “Yeah, she will. You got a problem with that?”

My bottom lip quivered as I scowled back. “No. She can have you.”

“Easy, B,” Vincent said softly, giving me a squeeze.

I shoved away from him, all the happiness and calmness evaporating. I was right back to feeling like shit over the giant asshole in front of me.

“Seems like you’re mad,” Levin continued. “But why wouldn’t you be? I did replace you.”

“R-replace me?” I stepped forward and jabbed him hard in the chest with my finger. “You didn’t replace me, Levin Seeley. Why would I want a boy who's too scared to fuck me? Celeste is a little lower tier, so she's probably more your style.”

He balled his hands into fists, a muscle popping along his jaw.

“B, go find Dom, OK? Enough of this.” Vincent stepped between me and Levin. He leaned in and swept his lips against mine. “Go, baby. ”

I glared at Levin for another second before I gave him the finger and spun on my heel, leaving him standing there.

Whatever. Celeste could have him. At least that was what my brain said. My heart said something else entirely, and for that, I hated it.