by K. G. Reuss
When I didn’t answer, he shook my head, making me cry out.
“No. Hail, please—”
Fallon let out a soft noise. “It’s fine, man. I don’t need my dick sucked, especially by someone who doesn’t want to do it.”
Hail gave my head a shake, the agony of strands splintering free of scalp making me cry out.
“Tell Fallon you want to suck his big dick. Convince him. Make me believe you want it.” Hail released me with a hard shove forward.
I landed in Fallon’s arms and gazed up at him with a wobbling lip.
His eyes told me everything I needed to know in that moment. He wasn’t like Hail and the other two assholes. Why he was a lord baffled me.
“You don’t need to,” he whispered again.
Shakily, I leaned into him and whispered in his ear as I took his soft length into my hand and stroked him amid a soft hiss from him. “I do. I h-have to.”
“Fuck.” He sucked in a sharp breath.
Whether it was because he was annoyed and coming to terms with Hail’s demands or if I was making his thickening cock feel good, I had no idea. Maybe it was a bit of both.
“I don’t hear you telling him,” Hail snarled from behind me.
I swallowed hard and peered at Fallon. His lips parted and his brows crinkled as he stared back at me. In a brave move, he reached out and cradled my face.
“I-I want to suck your big dick,” I choked out.
He winced, torment on his face.
Hail’s voice cut in. “Good. Now do a good job. Fallon here likes to think he’s a nice guy. He needs to get off so we know he likes it too. If you can’t get him off, then you’re going to be in big trouble.”
I swallowed and stroked Fallon for another moment. A beautiful guy for sure, but I never thought I’d be doing this with him. He’d made it known before he wasn’t into this shit, so I knew he didn’t want this for me. He’d tried to get out of it. He’d even saved me the night before.
“It’s OK,” I whispered, staring up at him.
“Bianca—”
His words faltered as I sucked him into my mouth.
“Shit,” he hissed, moaning as I worked him as hard as I could.
I didn’t want Hail and his two assholes to fuck me. God, I didn’t. So I put everything I had into the moment with Fallon, telling myself I’d be OK. Fallon wasn’t so bad. At least he wasn’t a complete piece of shit considering he’d just made it known he didn’t want this and it was a shit idea.
I heard Hail step back. After a few moments of sucking, Fallon’s shaky hands swept through my tangles, his breathing heavy. He carefully guided my head up and down on his cock, his hips thrusting gently.
His dick thickened and twitched against my tongue just before he spurted his release into my mouth amid a low groan. His body shook as he emptied himself down my throat, his muscles corded and tight.
“Good,” Hail appraised softly as Fallon’s movements slowed.
He removed his cock from my mouth before casting me a look of deep remorse, his cheeks red. His hand gave mine a quick squeeze before he tucked himself away, shame on his face.
Yep. Fallon wasn’t so bad. But he was still a lord, and for that, my heart broke.
“That’s my very special girl,” Hail said, crouching beside me as I tore my eyes away from Fallon. “Now, think about how you’re going to react the next time I tell you to do something. I want you to get your fucking dirty, slut ass out of my sight. Crawl back into your dumpster, rat. I’ll send for you when I need you again.”
He shoved me hard, and I landed on my side. I didn’t waste any time staggering to my feet and getting the hell out of there. I left my torn panties behind.
Hail fucking Ivanov could keep them as a reminder of the night he made the biggest mistake of his life.
I wasn’t going to just take him down. I was going to take them all down.
Kings. Lords. I wouldn’t discriminate. If they wanted a war, I’d give them one.
Seventeen
Dominic
She was late. It was twenty minutes after midnight, and she hadn’t come to me with her answer.
“She did give you her answer,” Levin snapped as I pushed my feet into my shoes to leave. “No answer is an answer.”
“I want to hear her tell me no to my face,” I snarled.
“Man, just go tell Hail she met with us. Let him take care of her.” Vincent sounded let down as he stared at his hands on his lap.
I knew he wanted her on our side. Vincent was as dark and fucked up as the rest of us, but he had a sweet spot in his soul, and I was pretty goddamn sure Bianca D’Angelou had been stroking it for him.
“I’m going to her dorm. I’ll be back later.” I didn’t wait for them to reply. I left, walking fast to her building through the shadows. When I got to her door, I picked the lock and slid inside. I waited in the overstuffed chair in the corner in the dark.
Time ticked by slowly, making me more agitated. Then her door rattled and creaked open. She stepped into the darkness, and I was on my feet in a moment.
I wrapped my fingers around her delicate neck and pressed my hand over her mouth before pulling her back flush to my chest.
“You’re late with my answer,” I snarled in her ear.
She shook in my hold. Tears dropped onto my hand as she sagged against me.
I released her, and she stumbled away and flipped on a light.
Her face was red and blotchy from tears. A bruise colored her cheek. Some of the buttons on her shirt were missing, and her hair was a tangled mess.
“What happened?” I demanded, taking in her disheveled look.
Her bottom lip trembled as she stared back at me with tear-soaked eyes.
“Did he. . .?”
“I-I need a minute, OK? Please. I know we had a midnight deadline, but I need a shower. If you’re going to kill me, just let me be clean first. I don’t want anyone to see me this way.”
“Take a shower,” I said tightly, going to her door and putting the chain lock on it. I turned back to her. “I’ll wait.”
She nodded and went to her dresser and tugged out some clothes before going into her bathroom and closing the door with a soft click.
I sat on her bed and pulled my phone out to message Vincent and Levin in our group chat.
Dom: I’m with her now. Hail fucked up. Bad.
Vincent: What did he do?
Dom: I’ll let you guys know soon.
Levin: Can we say this bullshit is happening then?
Dom: Probably.
I darkened the screen and sat silently, waiting for Bianca to come out. Normally, I wouldn’t give a shit and would’ve burst in on her by now to demand she give me my answer, but I let it slide this time, not even wanting to contemplate this apparently new softer side of me.
The minutes ticked by. I listened to the water run. I listened as she vomited into the toilet. When I heard a soft sob, I got to my feet and stood outside the door.
I didn’t know what Ivanov had done to her, but it wasn’t anything good. If he’d fucked her, it would certainly put a damper on my plans, but I was resourceful and would work around it.
The water shut off and the sounds of her moving around filtered through the door. I went back to her bed and sat on the edge, waiting.
Moments later, she emerged with her wet hair brushed and a pink robe pulled tightly around her.
I watched as she approached and sat beside me on the bed.
“What did he do?” I asked softly. Dangerously. It was hard to hold back my anger.
She flinched at the sound of my voice, but to her credit, she didn’t move away from me.
“He held me down and tore my panties off and then dry fucked me before coming all over my crotch. Then he made me suck his friends’ dicks until they came.” Her words were soft but strong. “He shoved me around and hit me a few times. That’s why I’m late.”
I nodded tightly and balled my hands into fists. “And my
answer?”
She twisted her hands on her lap for a moment then looked over at me. I locked eyes with hers.
“Yes. Whatever you want, it’s yours. I want to take him down.”
“You’re going to let me take your virginity to get back at him? To gain my protection?”
She swallowed and slid back along the bed. I watched as she undid her robe and closed her eyes, exposing her naked body to me.
Guess I had my answer.
I moved up her body and ran my fingers along the soft skin of her abdomen before reaching out and closing her robe. She opened her eyes to stare at me, worry clouding them.
“You can’t back out on me now,” she whispered. “I came here to get away from one monster only to be saddled to another. I can’t live like that. I need your help. I-I have to stay alive so I can find my dad.”
She moved to open her robe again, but I stopped her and held my hand over hers as I sat beside her.
“I accept your answer. But tonight isn’t going to happen between us. I’ll let you rest. Tomorrow, we’ll proceed.”
She squeezed her eyes closed and blew out a breath.
“I’ll meet you here at ten tomorrow night. You have Vincent’s number if something comes up. Text or call it if you need anything.” I moved my hand off hers and got to my feet.
“Dominic?” she called out softly.
I turned to see her sitting up on her elbow, her lush lips turned down into a deep frown. “You aren’t going to fuck me over, right?”
I offered her a tight smile. “Not right away. I like to give my prey a running start. It’s no fun if I get to devour them straight away.”
She nodded glumly. “OK. Tomorrow. Ten.”
“It’s a date.” I walked to her door and unlatched it.
“Dominic?”
I paused but didn’t turn back to her.
“Just us, right?”
“Of course,” I said, pulling open the door. “Get some rest. You’re going to need it.”
And with that, I left her room, all sorts of ideas running through my head.
But one I couldn’t shake was her writhing beneath me, moaning my name.
I never said I was one of the good guys. In fact, I was a very, very bad guy. Bianca D’Angelou would learn soon enough.
Eighteen
Bianca
The next day, I didn’t leave my room at all. Instead, I paced back and forth or sat staring at the clock, counting down the minutes until Dominic would be back in my room.
At seven, I showered for the second time. By nine, my hair cascaded down my back in soft waves. My makeup was on, and I wore my nicest panty set. If I was going to do this, I wanted to at least feel pretty and not like the dumpster fire I was.
At ten on the dot, there was a soft knock on my door. Swallowing, I got to my feet to peek through the small peephole to see Dominic waiting, his forearms resting against the doorjamb, his head down. His tight, black t-shirt clung to his body, his jeans hanging low.
He looked like a wet dream come to life. Except this wasn’t a dream. It was my damn nightmare.
I carefully opened the door. His pushed off the frame and moved into my room silently, a single red rose in his hand. I quickly closed the door behind him and latched it before turning back to him.
“For you,” he said softly, offering me the rose.
I swallowed hard and took the bloom from him, admiring how pretty it was. He closed the space between us and cradled my cheek, his green eyes filled with storm clouds as he studied me.
“Do you realize what our deal means?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Tell me.”
I licked my lips. His eyes darted down to the action, making me breathless. “I-I’m getting your protection in exchange for sex.”
“Incorrect,” he said softly, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on my skin as he continued to cradle my face. “You will belong to me. To Vincent. To Levin. You will do as we say, when we say it. You will question nothing. You’ll be loyal to us and only us. And in exchange, we’ll keep you alive until we deem you unworthy. Then you’re on your own.”
“Sounds like I’m getting the shitty end of the stick,” I said, staring up into his eyes.
A dark smile cut across his face as I continued, “Do I have to fuck Vincent and Levin too?” My stomach tensed as I waited for his answer.
“We’ll see.”
He didn’t elaborate beyond that, opting to simply continue staring at me.
“That’s it?” I asked.
“If you fuck me or my crew over, I’ll kill anyone you’ve ever loved while I make you watch, then I’ll kill you and fuck your corpse. Then I’ll send the video to David and his friends to jerk off to. Once you spread your legs for me, I will own every-fucking-thing about you, Bianca D’Angelou. I will make your decisions. You’ll do as the kings say. You will wear what we tell you to wear. You will speak when we tell you to speak. You will be by one of our sides always. Do you understand?”
I nodded, nausea rolling around in my guts. I had no choice. Hail had left me with no choice.
“When we return to classes tomorrow, you’ll come find us in the morning. Don’t make us look for you, or you’ll be sorry.”
“OK,” I mumbled.
His hand shifted on my face, and he gripped my cheeks tight, making it hurt. “Do not mumble when you speak to me.”
“OK.”
“It’s yes, Dominic. Try it.”
“Yes, Dominic,” I hissed through gritted teeth at him.
His green eyes glinted with a darkness the devil had put inside him. “We’ll work on your manners later.” He released me and moved to settle on the edge of my bed.
I stared at him, tugging my fluffy robe tighter around myself as he studied me. I had no idea what the hell I should be doing, so I placed the rose in a glass of water and set it on my nightstand. I caught him watching me, his eyes taking in every movement.
“Come,” he said softly, holding his hand out to me.
Nervously, I went to him and took his hand. He leaned down and brushed his lips along my hand, sending a torrent of shivers through my body.
“Take your robe off.”
He released my hand and waited, his keen eyes set on me as I fumbled with the tie on my robe. Once it was undone, I let the fabric fall open to reveal my black panty set. Dominic’s eyes darkened more as I pushed the robe off and let it pool on the floor around my feet.
He reached out and ran his fingers along my side, following the dip and curve to my hip before trailing down my thigh. He gazed at me as the river of goosebumps raced over my skin.
“Sit,” he instructed softly, leaning back and patting his thighs. “Face me.”
I moved forward and straddled his lap, my hands on his shoulders. His muscles were corded and tense beneath my touch. Gentler than I thought possible from him, he moved his hands to rest on my hips and tilted his face up to stare at me.
“Are you scared?”
There was no sense in lying about it, so I nodded.
“Good,” he murmured, reaching out and threading his fingers through my hair then drawing my face to his.
I closed my eyes as his soft lips brushed against mine. He pulled back after a moment to survey me as I peeked through slitted lids at him.
His eyes darkened before he brought me back to him, nudging my mouth open with his tongue. I parted my lips, allowing him in. He swept inside my mouth, his tongue sliding against mine in a slow dance as he tasted me.
I twisted my fingers in his shirt as he tugged me closer so my center was pressed against his hard length. He shifted against me. I let out a soft gasp into his mouth. It was met with a growl, his hold tightening on me.
My heart hammered hard as he deepened the kiss, his hold firm on my body. I couldn’t escape him if I wanted to. He kissed me like he meant it. Like he gave a damn. Like I wasn’t just some quick fuck to him. It made it easier for me at least.
I ran my fi
ngers through his thick hair, feeling brave. This earned me a rumble of approval as he shifted up against my heat.
I let out a squeak as he lifted me quickly and put me on my back. He hovered over me, breathing hard.
“Take my clothes off,” he commanded softly.
With shaky hands, I reached down and lifted his shirt. He shrugged out of it, revealing glorious planes of muscles. I fumbled with the button on his jeans before I got it undone. I quickly unzipped them, and he helped push his jeans off, his boxers following.
With nimble fingers he lifted me up and unhooked my bra before dragging it off my body. Shifting, he brought my underwear down my legs, baring me to him. He paused and stared down at me, his lips parted.
The briefest of smiles crossed his face before his lips met mine again, a hand cupping and squeezing my breast, his finger and thumb tweaking my nipple as his thickness pressed against my center, dangerously close to completing what he’d come to do.
He trailed his hand down and squeezed my ass, drawing me closer, his impressive length sliding against my wet folds. My breath hitched in my chest as his lips skimmed across my jaw and down my neck. When he reached my breasts, he licked and sucked each soft mound before nipping at the hard peaks, making me gasp and dig my fingers into the sheets.
I thought he’d stop there and move back up, but he kissed his way down my body until he was between my legs, his mouth so close to my damp, bare center that his warm breath caressed my core.
I swallowed and gazed down at him to find his green eyes watching me.
“Y-You don’t have to,” I said softly. “You can just take me however you want.”
“Is that a fact?”
I nodded. “Yes, Dominic.”
He let out a soft grunt that may have been a laugh before darting his tongue out and running it up my wet slit. My heart hammered hard as he did it again, my back arching as he drilled his tongue through my folds, licking and flicking it along my aching bundle of nerves.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” he murmured.
Goosebumps rushed over my body at his dirty words. With that declaration, he pushed my legs further apart before shifting them over his shoulders and diving into my heat, his tongue making my eyes roll back as he continued to work me to a frenzy.
