by K. G. Reuss
“What do you think?” Hail answered, dragging me along.
I locked eyes with Dominic as I peeked over my shoulder. He took a step toward me, but Levin reached out and stopped him.
I knew I was in trouble. Whenever I was with Hail it was trouble. I only hoped he didn’t have his thugs waiting for me in his room.
“Hail,” I called out.
We stopped just outside his door.
“Make it fast,” he grunted, staring down at me.
“Can we get something to eat? I’m hungry.” Anything to stall. “Can you take me out? I know we can’t leave campus until the weekend, but maybe something from the kitchens at dinner? We could eat it on the lawn—”
“Aw, you’re cute when you’re nervous.” He jerked me against him.
“Please, Hail?” I had to stop us from going into his room. “If we’re going to be married, you’ll need to do things like this to make me happy.” I had no clue what I was saying to him. All I knew was I needed to stall whatever he wanted.
“Bianca, I had a very long, very bad day. What I need from you is for you to open your pretty, little mouth and let me fill it. That’s it.” He brushed his lips against my temple.
I chanced a glance to see Dominic and Levin still down the hall. Outwardly, they didn’t seem like they were paying attention, but I knew they had to be.
“Tate loved watching you that day.” Hail kissed along my jaw. “You did so good.”
“You hurt me,” I whispered.
“You made me,” he returned. “Be a good girl for me, Bianca, and that won’t happen. Be a bad girl and make my day.”
I shivered against him, desperate to escape. Dominic’s words from the other day tumbled through my mind. Give it to him and they’d protect me. It was a stupid idea. Completely crazy. I didn’t even know if I could trust them. What if I agreed, did it, and then they told Hail? I’d die for sure. I’d never get my mom free, and I’d never find my dad.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. These perfect tits. These legs.” One hand cupped my breast while the other moved beneath my skirt. “Do you have any idea the shit people are saying about you? I’m a fucking god here because of your hot, little box. No one can compete with you. With us. Just let go for me, so I can have everything.” He sucked the delicate skin against my neck.
I locked eyes with Dominic. Anger crossed his features.
Dominic might get me killed. I couldn’t. . . It was a bad idea. I’d been off my rocker to even approach the kings. I was running out of time though.
“Just give me time, Hail. I promise it’ll be worth it. I want it to be special. It’s my first time.”
I was full of shit. It wouldn’t be worth anything. All I knew was I didn’t want any part of Mikhail Ivanov. But I could play the part if it kept my panties on. I ran my fingers through his hair and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Please?”
“Fuck,” he growled against my ear. “Fine. But you’d better be worth the fucking wait. Let’s get you something to eat.” He pulled away.
I let out a breath of relief as he took my hand and led me back down the hall.
“Couldn’t close the deal?” Dominic called out in a hard voice.
Hail chuckled softly as we slowed near Dominic and Levin. “Jealousy looks better on bitches, but then again. . .”
Dominic took a dangerous step forward. “Your life isn’t as good as you think it is.”
“Well, I’d say I’m doing pretty damn well for myself, De Santis. By the way, where’s your girl? Or you gonna keep to sucking off Seeley?”
It wasn’t Dominic who came forward this time. It was Levin. He shoved Hail so hard he dropped my hand and stumbled backward.
“Your bitches aren’t here to protect you now, Ivanov,” Levin snarled.
I knew this would end badly, and I’d catch the shit for it. The last thing I needed was for an evening with a pissed off Hail. So I did the only thing I could as Levin charged at Hail.
I dove between them.
Levin’s body crashed against mine. He caught me before I fell backward, his large hands firmly around my waist as Hail smashed into the wall behind us. Levin’s warm breath blew across my face as I stared up at him wordlessly. Something flashed in his eyes as he returned my gaze.
“No,” I whispered. I let my voice drop further so only he could hear me.
His hands tightened on my waist.
“I’ll pay for it later.”
“Get your fucking hands off her,” Hail shouted, moving forward and shoving Levin away from me.
Levin didn’t fight back even though I could see the fury dancing in his eyes. Dominic grabbed his arm and tugged him back.
“Watch your back, Ivanov.” Dominic’s eyes glinted with darkness, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Watch yours, De Santis.”
Dominic and Levin watched us go as Hail dragged me down the hall. I cast a quick peek over my shoulder to find both guys eyeing me like hungry wolves.
Something about it should’ve frightened me. Instead, it lit a fire in my belly I knew only they could quench.
But at what cost?
Sixteen
Bianca
Ooh, girl, those heels are to die for,” Aubrey gushed as I modeled the pink stilettos for her.
It was Saturday, and I’d survived last night with Hail. He’d gotten high with Tate and Drake while Fallon took a few hits before settling in a chair and just watching. When Hail stumbled over to me, it was Fallon who distracted him and nodded for me to leave. I’d have to thank him the next time I saw him. Out of the three of the lords, Fallon was by far the nicest.
When Aubrey texted me that morning asking if I wanted to go into town, agreeing was a no brainer. It kept me away from Hail and his minions.
“I’ll get them. Don’t know where the hell I’ll wear them, but whatever.” I tossed the shoes into the box without bothering to look at the price tag. I wanted to rack David’s credit card up so high it’d make the vein in his forehead pulse.
I snatched a pair in black as well and grabbed a couple purses before heading to the counter with my haul. Once that was done, we hit up a few more shops, buying more clothes than one person needed, before we loaded everything in the Uber we had on standby, courtesy of David’s credit card.
“Mm, Frosty’s has the best iced coffee. You have to try it.” Aubrey led me over to the small coffee shop.
We got two iced coffees to go and left.
“Shit,” I gasped, slamming into someone as I stepped out the door.
Aubrey smacked into my back.
“Easy,” Vincent’s deep rumble called out, catching me as I stumbled sideways, my coffee sloshing over my hand.
Thank God it wasn’t hot, otherwise I’d be singing a different tune.
“Vincent.” I cleared my throat and tried brushing the coffee off my arm and hand.
“B.” He smirked at me.
“Shit. I need a new coffee. I’ll be right back,” Aubrey called out.
I wasn’t sure if she really did or not, and I didn’t bother to look. I knew she wasn’t a fan of either the lords or kings, so I didn’t blame her for running.
“Here.” Vincent took my elbow and led me to a fountain. “Wash your hand off so it isn’t sticky.” He held my cup as I made quick work of cleaning my hand.
“Do you need a new drink?” He handed me back my coffee and nodded to my half empty container.
“No, it’s fine.”
“Sure?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “What’s the matter with you?”
He lifted his dark brows at me. “Meaning?”
“You’re not being a horrible asshole.” I frowned.
“I’m never a horrible asshole, B. I’m usually quite friendly … until I’m not.” He winked, using words similar to those I’d used on him during our first encounter.
“Which seems pretty often if you ask me.” I sighed, peering past him and ignoring my new nickname. “Look, this was nic
e and all, but I can’t be seen talking to you.”
I made to step away from him, but Vincent caught my hand and pulled me back, my chest bumping against his.
“We’re here when you’re ready, B. You need us more than you want to admit. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have come to us. Your time’s up in a few hours.”
My lips parted as I stared into his dark eyes. He leaned in, our mouths only inches apart. His large, warm hand cradled my hip. The gentle caress of his knuckles against my cheek made my heart skip.
“It’ll be worth your time, many times.”
“What does that mean?” I breathed.
A dark smile curved his lips up. “Come find out. We’re waiting.” And with that, he released me before turning and walking away.
“What did you buy today?” Hail asked as he pulled me onto his lap later that night in his room.
“A few outfits. Some shoes. Bags.” My muscles were on high alert, waiting for him to make his move. Add to that my worry about having to make a decision about the kings, and my anxiety was working me overtime.
“Yeah?” He ran his hand up my thigh. He angled my head so he could kiss my lips. I tried to not let him deepen it, but he did, his tongue infiltrating my mouth. “Fuck me, Bianca. I want you so much.”
“Hail—”
“Shh.” He quieted me by kissing me again. “Give it to me. Make me a fucking legend. I’ll have it all.”
I trembled as he eased me back on the bed, his lips on mine, his erection pressing against my heat as he ground against me.
“Fuck. I can’t imagine how tight you are. I’ve never had a virgin before. I want it.” His fingers skimmed against the lace of my panties beneath my skirt. “Are you on the pill?”
“No,” I lied, not wanting to give him any reason to want me more.
He stopped and loomed over me, his brows crinkling. “What?”
“I-I’m not.”
He moved off me and got to his feet. I sat up, fear coursing through me as he picked his phone up and made a call.
“Tate? Tell Fallon and Drake to get here. Check her room. Yeah.” He hung up and went to his window and looked out it.
“Hail?” I called out softly.
“Just stay where you are, Bianca.” He didn’t look at me.
“What’s going on? What’s wrong?”
He remained quiet. Sickness churned deep in my guts. Minutes passed in silence before Tate, Drake, and Fallon came into the room.
What the hell. . .
“Have a seat,” Hail said, motioning for them to sit on the bed.
I quickly scooted to the edge of the bed and started to stand up, but Hail stepped forward and pushed me back to my ass as the guys settled in around me.
“Did you bring it?” Hail asked.
Drake pulled something from his blazer jacket and handed it to Hail. Fallon shot me an apologetic look.
I stared horrified as Hail looked down at my birth control pills in his hand.
“Hail.” I licked my lips, fearing roiling in my guts.
“Why do you lie to me, Bianca?” He locked gazes with me.
“I’m scared. That’s all. I-I want more time—”
“Well, guess what? Time’s up. Boys, have fun.” Hail walked to the door.
“Hail!” I rushed over to him, my fear cranked up to high. I grabbed his arm, terror flooding my body. “Please. Don’t leave me with them. I’m sorry. OK? I was afraid you’d make me when I wasn’t ready.”
Hail glanced from my hand on his arm to my eyes. He reached out and cradled my face. “Let this be a lesson.”
“No. No!” I clung to him and did the only thing I could think of. I pressed my mouth to his.
He stiffened against me as I raked my fingers through his hair, his lips unmoving beneath mine. Defeat loomed nearby.
“Please,” I whispered against his lips before kissing him again.
It took a moment before his mouth began moving against mine. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pushed me against the door, his lips never lifting from mine, his hands all over me.
I squeezed my eyes closed so I wouldn’t have to see Tate, Drake, and Fallon watching us from the bed. When Hail’s fingers moved beneath my skirt, I didn’t stop him. I let him test me, seeing where I’d draw the line. Dreading what would happen if I did, I kept kissing him as he ushered me back to the bed, his lips still on mine.
My breath caught in my chest as he moved his fingers beneath my lace panties and skimmed my center.
“You going to get wet for me?” he murmured breathlessly against my lips.
“I-yes,” I answered back, still clinging to him.
“Mmm,” he breathed out.
I trembled as he pushed through my folds to find the tight bundle of nerves. I’d never been touched there before. He rubbed his fingers against it, his breathing heavy.
“Tate,” Hail called out, slowing his work between my legs.
I tensed, wondering if he’d unleash them on me. Tate was just as cruel as Hail.
Warm arms snaked around my waist as Hail smiled down at me, the darkness oozing from him.
“If you really mean it, if you really want me, then you’ll do this.”
“Hail, don’t. Don’t.”
He nodded to Tate who hauled me away, my heart thrashing wildly behind my ribs. I let out a squeak as he shoved me to my knees.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to suck a lot of fucking cock tonight, rat. If you do good, I won’t take what I want. If you do bad, well, it may not be a good night for you because we’ll all take turns fucking you. So remember this moment next time you want to fucking lie to me.”
“You piece of shit,” I snarled at him.
His hand caught my cheek, knocking me to the floor. I bucked and kicked as he came down over me and pinned me down, his cock out.
“Stop! Stop!” I shouted as he tugged at my panties and tore them. They gave way, allowing his warm, thick cock to tease my entrance. I squirmed and clawed at him, desperate to get away as he pressed his hand over my mouth and forced my head painfully against the floor.
As much as I didn’t want to cry, a tear slid out of my eye as he ground against me breathless.
“Fuck,” he growled, breathing hard as he continued his bruising assault. He buried his face in my neck as he grunted against me, dangerously close to doing what I was desperate for him to not do.
“Hold her,” he panted.
Tate moved to my head and pinned my arms down as Hail suddenly sat up and pushed my skirt up, exposing me. Fighting was useless. I knew that. It would just make the night worse, so when I started to struggle again, Tate tightened his hold on my wrists until I let out a choked cry.
Hail stroked his cock in a blur until he was crying out, spurts of his release raining down on my tender center as he dragged in deep breaths.
When he finished, he stared down at me, a dangerous smile on his face. “Sit up.”
Tate released me, and I sat up, disgusted by the wetness seeping down my center. Fallon wasn’t looking at us. Instead, a muscle thrummed along his jaw as he stared at a place over my head.
“Now, get on your fucking knees and show Drake, Tate, and Fallon what a good girl you are,” Hail snarled, shoving me.
I fell back against Tate who wasted no time in hauling me against him, his face buried in my neck, his hot lips against my sensitive flesh.
“Hope you’re hungry,” he whispered in my ear. “We’re about to fill you with so much come, you’ll taste us on your tongue for weeks.”
I swallowed the bile in my throat as Tate pushed me off him so he could sit on the bed next to Drake.
“Up. Now,” Hail commanded, his dick at least back in his pants.
I glared up at him. He reached out and fisted my hair, hauling me to my knees. I winced and gasped as his hold tightened. Tate pulled his dick from his pants.
“Open,” Hail said, moving forward and stroking Tate’s cock slowly.
I cried out when Hail shoved my face forward and aimed Tate’s dick at me. Knowing I had no choice, I opened my mouth and sucked him down, wanting to gag. Wanting to run. Wanting to escape the fucking hell I was in. If this was going to be my life, I didn’t want it.
Hail guided my head up and down on Tate’s dick as I choked and gagged, the ugly sounds making my stomach churn.
Moments later, Tate’s cock thickened, and his release filled my mouth.
“Swallow all of it,” Hail said, tightening his hold on my hair.
I thought he was going to pull the strands from my scalp as I choked down Tate’s bitter taste.
Without releasing me, Hail tugged me over to Drake who gave me a wicked smile, his dick already out and hard.
“Suck his cock, rat.” Hail rammed my face into Drake’s lap.
Between the spit and tears, it was a damn mess as I sucked Drake to completion, the nausea roiling so hard I gagged as I sagged away from Drake.
“She’s good,” Drake grunted as he tucked himself away.
Hail smirked and hauled me over to Fallon whose face was pale. He slid away from me, his hands in fists on his thighs as his leg jumped like he was trying to stop himself from running from the room.
“What the fuck, Fallon? You want Tate to suck you off instead?” Hail called out as he held me. “I’ve seen you checking out her ass, so don’t tell me this isn’t a dream come true for you.”
“Man, Hail, it’s enough, OK? You made your point. You don’t need to do this. I don’t need to her to suck my cock.” Fallon’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he stared down at me.
I had to look like a hot mess.
“Take your fucking dick out or watch me, Drake, and Tate run a train on her, you holier than thou fuck-wit.”
Fallon gave me a worried look as I shook in Hail’s hold. We both knew Hail meant business, so Fallon unzipped his pants and pulled his thick length out.
“Think you can take all that cock, rat?” Hail’s hot breath in my ear made me shiver.
