Dirty Little Secrets: A Dark Bully Romance (Kings of Bolten Book 1)

by K. G. Reuss

  Granted, I’d never had anyone down there, but I had doubts anyone could do it like he did. Within moments, I was shamelessly pushing my pussy up to meet his hungry mouth, moaning softly as I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer.

  When the intense heat hit my belly, I let out a moan, the ecstasy rushing through me as I came undone in his mouth. He picked up his pace, swallowing everything I had as I shook beneath his expert mouth.

  I lay panting as he kissed his way back up my body before he stopped to hover over me on his elbows. Gone was the wicked expression he always wore. In its place was sweetness. Innocence. Adoration. My heart clenched as his gaze flicked over my face.

  “T-That was my first time with someone doing that to me,” I said thickly.

  “I’m going to give you lots of firsts,” his voice was soft as he ran his fingers through my hair.

  In that moment, he wasn’t Dominic De Santis, terrifying king. He was every bit a sweet boy who looked like he liked a girl and wanted to make her happy.

  He pushed forward, the head of his long, thick cock slipping through my folds until he was pressed at my entrance.

  I knew it was going to hurt like a bitch as his eyes locked on mine.

  “Breathe,” he said softly, easing forward.

  The pinch and burn made my eyes water as he breached my entrance. His gaze never left mine. He continued to stare down at me, lips parted as he moved inch by deliciously painful inch.

  “Relax,” he murmured, reaching out and combing his fingers gently through my hair.

  “It hurts,” I gasped, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

  He’d paused his burrowing to rest his forehead against mine. “I’m trying to make this easy on you.”

  We both didn’t move, him partially inside me.

  “Fuck it,” he finally growled as he pulled back, the darkness back in his eyes.

  I let out a cry as he thrust into me hard, tearing down my barriers until he bottomed out, completely seated inside me.

  I writhed beneath him, just wanting him to go away. It had been sweet before, but that was a dick move, and it hurt.

  “Easy,” he said as I tried to push him off me while the burn from his sudden intrusion made me tremble. “Bianca.”

  I swatted at him again and tried to shove him off, squirming beneath him. Each movement made me realize just how full of him I was. He gripped my wrists and pinned them over my head after our brief struggle.

  “Stop,” I whimpered.

  “No.”

  “It hurts. Please. I’m done. I don’t-I don’t want this.”

  He stared down at me. “Trust me?”

  The question took me off guard.

  “I promise I’ll make it better,” he continued softly. Breathlessly. “I’ll take care of you. Trust me.”

  There was so much sincerity in both his voice and his eyes that I stopped my struggle and breathed out.

  “Good girl,” he murmured, sliding out slowly before pushing back in. He did it over and over, each shift of his cock burning until it started to feel good. He loosened his grip on my hands and pressed a kiss to my lips as he continued his work.

  I thought he’d just fuck me and get it over with, but he took his time, kissing me, touching me, watching me. He was making love to me, not just fucking me to win his prize. It seemed like he genuinely gave a damn how I was feeling.

  His movements picked up, the friction from our combined bodies hot and heady. A moan slipped past my lips as butterflies converged low in my belly.

  He didn’t change his pace, his cock hitting some spot inside me that had my eyes rolling back in my head as he drew an orgasm from my body. I clung to him, my nails in his back, as I came undone on his cock, moaning softly as the tremors from the intense orgasm rocketed through me.

  “Fuck,” he panted in a shaky voice before his lips found mine, his movements picking up.

  “Dominic,” I cried out as my pussy spasmed once more, soaking the sheets.

  He let out a growl as he pumped faster, my body quivering beneath his as I arched into his chest.

  His breathing became faster until he was gasping and groaning, his cock twitching deep inside me as he filled me with his release.

  Moments later, he lay on top of me, making sure to not crush me, trembling slightly. He pressed a tender but fierce kiss to my forehead before he finally withdrew, leaving me feeling empty. I stayed there, watching as he sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, all the rippling muscles of his body tense.

  He finally got up wordlessly and padded to my bathroom. The water ran for a moment before he returned and sank beside me.

  Gently, he ran a washcloth along my tender center, cleaning me.

  “You’re bleeding,” he murmured as I winced. When he was done, he ran his fingers along my jawline. “Go clean yourself up. We made a mess. I’ll change your sheets.”

  I nodded and got up, self-conscious about being naked in front of him.

  “Don’t be,” he said as if reading my mind. “You’re beautiful, Bianca.”

  My face heated, but thankfully the light was dim enough he probably couldn’t tell. I quickly slipped my robe back on and went into the bathroom where I cleaned and tended to myself.

  God, he did a number on me.

  I stared in the mirror, touching my lips, remembering the way he’d kissed me. How he’d tasted. What it had felt like to have him buried deep inside me.

  Knowing I had to face him, I turned off the light and went back to my room to find my sheets changed and him sitting in his boxers on the edge of my bed. He looked up when I came in, his dark hair a mess from my fingers, his green eyes taking in my every movement.

  “Come lie down,” he said.

  I did as he said and lay in my spot. I figured once he’d gotten laid he’d be out the door without a backward glance at me. Instead, he slid under the covers beside me and hauled me into his arms.

  “Sleep, wasp,” he said softly, pressing a tender kiss to my temple as he held me.

  I closed my eyes, not sure what to feel, but not opposed to whatever it was.

  Nineteen

  Bianca

  Dominic was gone when I woke the following morning. His scent still clung to my pillow though. I lay there for a beat, thinking about our night together before I trudged to my bathroom and showered, taking care to move slowly since he’d wrecked me the night before. Once I made myself presentable, I left my room and headed outside.

  My phone buzzed as I walked, so I pulled it out to find a message that simply read, Meet us in the center of the courtyard.

  I didn’t need to guess who wanted me. I quickly made my way to the courtyard to see it filled with tons of students before classes. It wasn’t unusual for all those people to be there. It was the meeting spot for many and place to recount the past weekend as everyone congregated and chatted.

  “Bianca,” Hail called out to me.

  I swallowed and focused on Dominic in the middle of the courtyard with Vincent and Levin on either side of him.

  “Bianca,” Hail shouted again, rising from the bench he’d been sitting at, the lords and his minions around him. He cursed as I kept going, focused on the three drop dead gorgeous men waiting for me.

  When I reached the kings in the center, I stopped and stared up at Dominic.

  “Good morning, wasp,” he greeted me, his dangerous smile in place.

  “You’re walking funny this morning, B,” Vincent added.

  “Eat shit, Valentino,” I hissed at him.

  My retort only caused him to snicker. I cast a quick look at Levin who didn’t have quite the warm greeting for me. He simply stared back at me, his lip curled like I’d brought a stench with me.

  “Looks like Ivanov is pissed off,” Vincent said, looking over my shoulder.

  “He called out for me.”

  “We heard,” Vincent continued with a smirk.

  “Kiss me,” Dominic said, his gaze never deviating from mine. />
  “What? Here? Now? In front of everyone?” I swallowed and stared up at him like he was crazy.

  “I claimed every fucking piece of you just hours ago. Need I remind you of our deal?” He cocked his head at me. “Do what you’re told, wasp, or I’ll shove you right back to Ivanov and let him and his wolves tear you to shreds. Do you think he’ll be happy knowing I fucked his girl and left the scraps for him?”

  Anger coursed through me at his words. I’d been so stupid to think he gave a shit about me.

  “Now get over here and kiss me,” he said in a soft, dangerous snarl, his eyes dark as they swept over me.

  Tears filled my eyes. “Dominic, he’ll kill me—”

  He moved forward fast and gripped my face tight with both hands. “I won’t let him hurt you. I promise,” he snarled. “I gave you my word, Bianca.”

  My heart thudded as he stared down at me.

  “Kiss me. You belong to the kings now. To me. No one touches what belongs to me. Now the only fucking answer you have for me is yes, Dominic.”

  I swallowed and exhaled. “Yes, Dominic,” I whispered and leaned in, knowing my world was about to get royally fucked.

  My lips met his in a hot tangle of tongues, his grip on my face giving way as his fingers threaded through my hair. I got lost in the moment, forgetting everything else as he clutched me to him.

  And then reality struck.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Hail shouted, grabbing my arm and hauling me away from Dominic, effectively breaking our kiss.

  I turned to him before glancing at the kings for help, but they simply stood there, watching.

  When I turned back to Hail, he raised his hand to strike me across the face. I covered my head, but Hail didn’t even make it halfway to me before Dominic gripped his wrist.

  “You don’t fucking touch what belongs to me,” he snarled, twisting Hail’s arm.

  “She’s my fiancée,” Hail shot back, his face red with anger.

  Dominic gave him a shove and released him.

  “Take off his ring,” Dominic commanded, not looking at me.

  I’d forgotten I even had it on. I quickly took it off my finger and placed it in Dominic’s open hand. He threw it at Hail’s chest. Hail caught it quickly, his gaze shooting to me. His guys stood behind him, looking confused.

  “Everyone, listen up,” Dominic shouted into the courtyard.

  Everyone had turned to watch the encounter already.

  “Bianca D’Angelou is now property of the kings. Anyone who fucks with her, fucks with us, and we’re not the kinds of people you want to fuck with.” He hauled me to him and planted another kiss on my lips, leaving me breathless.

  “What the fuck is going on?” Hail demanded, stepping closer as Dominic released me to Vincent who wasted no time in bringing my back to his chest as he wound his arm around my waist.

  “This is the fun part, B,” Vincent said gleefully in my ear as Dominic stepped toward Hail. “Pay attention.”

  “You hurt her. You forced her to suck the dicks of your friends. I saw the bruises and the burn on her skin. You treated her like trash, and you know you did. But me? I was the guy waiting for you to fuck up so I could take her from you. What’s that feel like, Ivanov? And knowing that your girl let me fuck her last night in her bed when you’ve been trying for how long now? All I had to do was give her a little hope for something better, and I was in. She came for me many times. I own her first time and fuck was it good.”

  “You son of a bitch.” Hail reared back and sent his fist flying toward Dominic.

  Levin caught Hail’s fist before it hit its mark. Dominic didn’t even flinch. He simply smiled at Hail as Levin shoved him so hard he stumbled back, falling on his ass.

  His guys helped him to his feet, looking like they were ready to bolt and fight, but torn at the consequences of both.

  “You’re fucking dead,” Hail snarled, getting to his feet. “All of you. Fucking dead. Except you.” He leveled his gaze on me. “You, I’m going to fucking break and make them watch while I do it, shlyukha.”

  And with those sweet words, he turned and stormed through the courtyard, people scattering away from him.

  “Looks like we’re going to war,” Vincent said in my ear as he continued to hold me. He pressed a kiss to my temple. “I love the idea of bathing in their blood.”

  “I hope you know what you’re doing,” Levin said, glancing from Dominic to me.

  “It’s just a war.” Dominic turned to take me from Vincent. “Many men go to war for women. We’re just getting history over with, right, wasp?”

  I gave him a shaky smile as he tightened his hold on my waist.

  This might have been a really bad idea.

  Twenty

  Vincent

  “So the pussy was worth it?” I asked, flopping down in the chair in the commons across from Dominic.

  “Best pussy I’ve ever been buried in,” he commented, flipping through his book and pushing his dark glasses up his nose.

  I found it funny he had to wear glasses to read. Big, bad mafia boy needed glasses. Of course, the asshole had to wear the thick, black framed ones that he rocked. Fucker looked good in anything.

  “You keep saying that but haven’t given any details,” I pressed, desperate to hear something from him about Bianca. The girl was torturing me both in person and in my head. I’d probably jerked off to her body in my mind twice a day since I’d first seen her.

  Dominic closed his book and gave me a pointed look. “What do you want to know?”

  “What was it like? Did she fight you? How’d you fuck her?”

  “It was the best I’ve ever had. She fought me for a moment before she calmed down. And I fucked her on her back. That enough information for you?”

  “No,” I groaned, rubbing my face. “How tight? Did she come? Did you make her bleed? How did it start? I need details.”

  Dom chuckled. “Her pussy was so tight it hurt my cock, but in the best way possible. She came a few times, once in my mouth and once so hard I had to change the sheets. And yeah, she bled.” He frowned at that before continuing, “I had her straddle me before I put her on her back and ate her out. The way she sounds when she comes is fucking heaven. I have claw marks on my back from her.”

  “Fuck. You do?”

  He nodded. “Now you know the dirty details, you can leave me alone so I can read in peace.”

  “Not happening.” I snatched the book from him when he made to open it again.

  He shot me a sour look.

  “When can I have a go?”

  A muscle thrummed along his jaw. “Does she want you?”

  I snorted. “Did she fucking want you or did you put her in the position of having to want you?”

  He scowled at me. “You know the game we’re playing here. We wanted to get Ivanov to fight. This worked perfectly.”

  “Yeah, but now Levin is stomping around pissed off he has to take turns watching her. Speaking of which, I’m sure he’s having the time of his life waiting for her to get out of class so he can walk her back to her dorm. And I don’t have her in my bed. I thought she belonged to all of us.”

  “She does.” He reached for his book and snagged it out of my hands. “So if she wants to fuck you on her own terms, she may. If not, then it sucks to be you.”

  “Man, fuck you.” I laughed and got to my feet. “Tell you what, since she belongs to all of us, then we should all fuck her together and make it one big orgy.”

  Dom shrugged. “I’m not opposed to it. You’ll just have to get her to think you aren’t an asshole and get Levin to actually want her, then I’ll gladly pull my cock out and fuck her with you.” His hands tightened on the arm of his chair for a moment. Ah, the jealous prick. He wasn’t completely open to sharing her.

  “And if she doesn’t want to?” The thought hadn’t occurred to me she’d say no now that we had her, but the possibility was there.

  “Then I guess I’ll just have t
o fuck you,” he muttered, snatching his book back from me and opening it again.

  I laughed and got to my feet. “I’m going to find her. I bet I can bury myself inside her by the end of the week.”

  “Good luck with that,” was all he said as I practically skipped from the room.

  Twenty-One

  Bianca

  After my display in the courtyard with Dominic, I’d been the talk of the school. It was near the end of the week, and people were still talking. Hail eyed me angrily whenever I saw him, but he never spoke to me or approached me. At least I had that going for me. Maybe being labeled as a slut for the kings was working in my favor.

  As for the kings, they didn’t pay me much attention. Levin had me doing his laundry for him. To add insult to injury, Dom made me clean their dorm rooms while they all laughed at me.

  It beat the hell out of being smacked around though, so I’d take cleaning their rooms and doing their laundry any day of the week if it meant I didn’t have to go back to Hail and his bullshit. On the flipside was me waiting for David to storm on campus and choke me out for breaking it off with Hail.

  Since it had been days since our engagement ended, Hail must not have said anything to his father or David about it. It made a whole new set of worries crop up. There was a reason Hail hadn’t retaliated or said anything.

  I was just waiting for the hammer to fall.

  A squeal of surprise left me as a warm hand wrapped around my arm and tugged me into a dark corner as I walked back to my dorm on Thursday. I’d shaken Levin ten minutes prior because he just kept glaring at me and I was sick of it. He didn’t like me. I knew that much. No point in making either of us more miserable. I figured he’d find me before too long and read me the riot act before anything happened to me. The kings had been on my ass since I’d signed my name in blood to them. Dom took his promise seriously, which was nice but also annoying to be shadowed constantly. I’d wanted it though, so he fed it to me in heaping spoonfuls.