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

by K. G. Reuss

  “Everything is wrong. I want something to feel right, even if it’s just for a moment. So fuck me before I turn you around and fuck you until you bleed for me.” His lips whispered along my jaw again. “Until you scream for me. I want something to break, Bianca. Trust me, you don’t want it to be you.”

  My guts clenched at his words. As much as the idea of his roughness turned me on, my body was sore from Levin, and I was sure Dominic’s brand of terror would be even fiercer.

  I moved, sliding up then down, my hands grasping his tense shoulders in a death grip as I winced along his cock.

  “Fuck,” he groaned softly, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.

  Having him at my command spurred me on, so I rode him faster, my body adjusting to his with each slide along his dick.

  “Take what you want,” he grunted, his eyes opening and locking on mine. “I’m close to losing it, and when I do, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget about every other man who’s touched you before this moment.”

  I knew it was a jab at Fallon and my feelings for him.

  “But I don’t want to forget,” I gasped, slowing my movements, my mind racing with thoughts of Fallon’s kisses. His touch. The way he smiled and said my name. Then Levin. It may have been one night, but I wanted that memory too.

  A muscle thrummed along his jaw for a fraction of second before he had me on my back, railing into me so hard I saw stars. His grip on my hips was painfully hard.

  “Dom—”

  His lips crushed against mine before I could complete my sentence. The words died away as his tongue swept into my mouth, wrestling with mine. I clawed at his back, making him groan and thrust faster. The heat he was creating within me was sure to set fire to the both of us.

  “Oh God,” I moaned as the inferno he was building turned into a sweeping heat, engulfing everything I was as I clenched around his cock, my body trembling violently beneath him.

  My nails scratched deeper into his back as I held onto him.

  “More,” he groaned, fucking me hard and fast. “Make me hurt, wasp. Make me bleed for you.”

  I dug in deeper. He groaned again, the sexy sound filling the room, and continued his onslaught, his lips finding mine again.

  “Tell me you fucking hate me,” he said breathlessly, pulling away as he continued to thrust into me.

  “I don’t.” I moved to cradle his face, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head.

  “Liar. Tell me.”

  “No.”

  “Fucking tell me,” he growled, thrusting hard, making me moan out.

  “N-No.”

  “Make this easier. Just tell me you hate me for all the shit I’ve done. For taking you from someone you were falling in love with. For making you do this. For everything I have to do to you.”

  “No.”

  He held onto my hands with one of his and moved his other one to grip my throat. My eyes widened as he squeezed, his cock still buried inside me.

  His eyes wavered, his lips twitching at the corners. He looked positively sinister. Broken. Hurt.

  “Fucking say it, Bianca. I need to hear it,” he said breathlessly. “Tell me you hate me.”

  I arched against him as an orgasm took hold. He groaned as I clenched around him, his hand around my throat squeezing as I wheezed.

  “L-Love. N-Not h-hate,” I rasped.

  His eyes grew wild before he let out a low groan, his cock twitching deep inside me, filling me with his release.

  His hold on my throat and wrists lessened, his breathing labored.

  He rested his forehead against mine and was silent for a moment as I lay beneath his weight, waiting for the hammer to fall. I’d spoken a truth. I did feel for him. I cared. I. . . loved. It was the same feelings I had for Fallon. They’d crept up more slowly, but they were very much there. They were there for Vincent and Levin too, even if it seemed insane.

  “Wrong answer,” his voice shook as he whispered the words.

  He withdrew from me and got off the bed without another word. I watched as he stalked to his bathroom. Seconds later, the shower turned on.

  Tears prickled my eyes. He hadn’t said it back. Maybe some fucked up part of me hoped he felt for me too. It was the same part that believed my dad was going to come back and that Fallon and I could make things work. That I could make this work with all of them. That we could leave this place and make a life away from the violence of it all. That part of me was a fucked up mess. That part crumbled as I lay in the mess we’d made, his seed dripping out of me. I realized I really was just a game to them. I couldn’t break them apart. Ever. They loved who and what they were more than they’d ever be able to love me.

  And it really sucked.

  The sound of falling water shifted as Dominic got into the shower. Wincing at the aches in my body, I stood and pulled on the discarded shirt and sweats from the floor. Heavy hearted, I went to the door, not bothering to tell him I was leaving.

  I had no doubts he gave a shit anyway.

  Thirty-Eight

  Vincent

  “Homecoming is tomorrow. Got your dress?” I glanced at B as she clutched her bottle of apple juice a week after shit had gone down with Levin.

  I knew things had happened between her and Dom too. It must’ve have been bad because neither one of them was speaking to the other. Even Levin was keeping his distance from her. Not that it was out of the ordinary for the brute. He was just doing it more than usual. Hell, Levin and Dom weren’t really saying much to one another either. I knew Dom was a jealous, possessive son of a bitch, but B belonged to all of us. It had been his idea after all. Something had his dick in a twist. Probably the same thing that had mine in a twist: the possibility of having to kill her.

  It was torturing me too. There had to be another way. Dom thought B was in love with Fallon. She couldn’t be. Those pricks had hurt her. I found it completely unbelievable the more I thought about it. And it enraged me when I considered it a possibility. I’d never accept that though. Ever.

  With the current dynamic in our group, it meant I’d been spending a lot of time with our silent beauty. The bruises on her neck hadn’t gone unnoticed by me. She’d taken to wearing a navy-blue scarf to cover them. I heard the whispers among other students. They thought she’d been getting fucked hard by the kings, and we’d been leaving our marks on her.

  Maybe she had been by two thirds of us. Not me though. It was dry as fuck in my neck of the woods.

  She shook her head and fiddled with the label on her bottled apple juice, her full lips turned down into a deep frown.

  “B, come on. The past weeks have been less than fun. Work with me.” I reached out for her hand and was relieved when she let me hold it. I knew she hadn’t gotten a dress. Since I enjoyed shopping, I would’ve been the one voted to go keep an eye on her. “Talk to me.”

  She locked gazes with me. “Do you ever want to just run away?”

  I blinked at her, surprised at what she’d asked. “Sometimes.”

  She licked her lips. My cock jolted in my pants.

  “Do you think if I ran, I’d get far?”

  I ran my thumb in gentle circles on the top of her hand. “No. We’d find you.”

  “Would you hurt me?” Her words were soft as she stared back at me, waiting for my answer.

  I hated my next words. “We don’t let things that belong to us go, baby B. You should know that by now.”

  “But why do you want me? I mean, it’s nothing—I’m nothing—to you guys but a stupid game to piss Hail off. He doesn’t even really seem to care all that much.”

  “Trust me, he does,” I said softly. “He’s a snake. He’s just waiting to strike. That’s all.”

  She shook her head and started to pull her hand away. I tightened my hold on her.

  “Don’t. Talk to me more. You’re upset. I want to know how I can make it better.”

  She scoffed. “Like you care, Vincent. No one cares. All you guys
want to do is use me for whatever you feel like then toss me aside.”

  “Is that what this is about? Levin? Dom? I know some shit happened with both of them. Tell me.”

  “Like they haven’t,” she said sourly.

  “They haven’t.” I stared back at her. “Levin said you messed around. That’s it. Dom hasn’t said a fucking word about anything.”

  “I didn’t sleep with Levin. We did just mess around.” A look of pain swept over her face as she frowned again.

  “And Dom?”

  Her bottom lip wobbled as she looked down.

  “B, come on, don’t shut down.”

  “I don’t want to talk about it here.”

  “OK. Fair enough. Let’s go back to my room. We’ll chill. We can relax and do whatever you want. Sound good?”

  She visibly swallowed and nodded. Satisfied with that answer, I got up and tugged her to her feet. Classes were over for the day. The big homecoming game was tomorrow, which meant we only had half a day of classes before kickoff. The dance would be held immediately after and would run until midnight. Then the festivities would shift to the dip, where students would drink, fuck, and get high—not necessarily in that order.

  I held Bianca’s hand as we walked, not something any of us ever did with her. It felt good to have her near me like that. A few students cast curious looks our way. Kings didn’t have girlfriends.

  I snorted at the thought.

  B wasn’t my girlfriend. I didn’t hate the thought of her being one though. In fact, it kinda sucked that she wasn’t. My plan for saving her ass might work if I could just get her to look at me how she looked at Dom and Levin.

  The fact I was the odd man out was a real kick in the dick.

  We were both quiet as we strolled to my place. Dom had left school early to do some bullshit he hadn’t clued any of us in on. Levin had darted off the moment he could so he wouldn’t get stuck with B. I found that odd considering he’d had her naked and screaming his name last week.

  Both of them were idiots.

  When we got to my room, I unlocked the door and led her inside.

  “We should’ve gone to my room so I could get something different to wear.”

  She sat on the edge of my bed and tugged at her scarf. When it came off, I caught sight of the yellow bruising which was fading away. I knew Dom liked it rough, but how far had he gone? Too far if I had to guess. It pissed me off.

  “You can wear something of mine.” I closed and locked the door.

  With quick steps, I went to my closet and pulled out a pair of gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt for her. She hesitated for a moment as I held them out to her.

  “It seems I’m always wearing one of you guys’ clothes,” she said, finally taking the clothes from me and getting to her feet.

  “None of us are complaining.”

  She scoffed but didn’t say anything as she shuffled to the bathroom to change. I busied myself with calling in a pizza for us and then texting one of the court to meet the delivery driver at the gates and bring it to me.

  Once I had that done, I turned on my flatscreen and thumbed through my streaming channels.

  Bianca came out a moment later, looking too adorable in my oversized clothes, her blonde waves tumbling around her.

  “I ordered pizza. Come on.” I patted the spot beside me on the bed. “Let’s pick a movie.”

  “Isn’t it a bit early for a movie?” She ambled over and sank down beside me.

  “Nah. We’ll do it all night if you’d like.” I winked at her suggestively.

  She gave me a shaky smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

  Those fuckers broke my baby B. It really pissed me off.

  “We can talk,” I said.

  She shook her head before sliding up the mattress on her bottom. She sank against my pillows. I followed a moment later, settling in next to her.

  “What would you like to watch?” I looked over at her.

  “Something happy.”

  “Something happy it is,” I said, moving to a comedy.

  I just wished I could make her happy. How fucked up was that?

  Thirty-Nine

  Bianca

  We watched three movies back-to-back-to-back in Vincent’s room before the screen dimmed without him moving it onto the next movie.

  “I hate this,” he said with a sigh.

  So did I. Both Dominic and Levin had left me high and dry. And God, I’d told Dominic I loved him. How pathetic was I? It had settled in my guts over the past week. It had been a stupid move. He’d been avoiding me ever since. So had Levin, which wasn’t unusual. They’d left Vincent to look after me. I was sure he had better things to do. Even if he did, he didn’t seem to mind.

  “How about we play a game?”

  “Aren’t we already?” I asked dryly.

  Vincent smirked at me. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

  I sighed. “Fine. What is it?”

  “We tell each other a secret. I’ll go first.”

  I looked at him. He was willing to tell me secrets? He gave me another smile and lifted his brows, waiting for my answer.

  Screw it.

  “OK,” I said, staring up at the ceiling.

  The room was dark, the only light coming from the TV screen frozen on the Netflix dashboard.

  “OK. I’ll go first,” he said, sinking back next to me, his arms folded behind his head. “I lost my virginity to a twenty-something-year-old escort on Halloween four years ago.”

  “What?” I looked over at him.

  “Dom’s dad had a party. Big event. Everyone who was anyone was there. His dad paid money for this escort for Dom. Dom didn’t want her.” He shrugged. “She was paid for, so I did it.”

  “That’s gross.” I wrinkled my nose at the information.

  “It was a hellavu lot of fun. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, but I learned quickly. That way I didn’t have to disappoint someone I cared about later. It worked out for me.” His head tipped back, his face impassive.

  “Did you at least use a condom?”

  “Of course,” he scoffed. “I was horny, not stupid. Your turn.”

  I sighed, shaking my head at his secret. “Fine. Um … I don’t know.” I swallowed thinking about Dom and Levin. I knew this was Vincent’s way of getting me to talk without forcing it out of me. “I’m scared I mean nothing to everyone. My mom doesn’t seem to care. She hasn’t even checked on me since they dropped me off here. I love her and miss her. I miss the way she used to be. She changed with David. My dad’s gone. Hail hurt me. David hurt me. Everyone hurts me.” My mind flashed to losing Fallon too. I hated this game.

  “And Dom and Levin hurt you,” he said quietly.

  I nodded, my throat tight.

  “For what it’s worth, B, they do care. It’s just hard for them. Neither one has ever given a shit about a girl before. Then you came here and obliterated everything they ever knew.”

  “I did nothing but become a plaything.”

  “You’re more than that. So much more. They just haven’t figured it out yet.”

  I huffed out a breath and continued, letting the words tumble out of my mouth before I could stop them. “I told Dominic I loved him.”

  Vincent stiffened beside me, wordless.

  “He. . .he didn’t say it back. He told me it was the wrong answer,” I whispered. “And Levin, I-I feel something for him too. I never imagined he’d want me back though. Then he did. But he told me flat out it was a one-night thing. I’d be stupid to think otherwise, but my heart…” I twisted my fingers in the hem of the t-shirt I wore. “It still wants him. Dom too. And neither wants me.” My voice cracked before I fell silent. It felt good to get the words out.

  “They’re idiots,” Vincent said gently after an agonizing minute of silence. “Fucking idiots.”

  “I fell for someone else too. Someone I shouldn’t have. He left me because it couldn’t work because of all the shit involved. It hurt so much, and
maybe that’s why I did all that stuff with Levin. I think we were both hurting and acted too quickly. Now, whatever we could have had is ruined.”

  Since I was messing everything up anyway, I decided to cut the head off the snake. At this point in the game, it didn’t much matter.

  “Then there’s you… Always nice to me. Always acting like you give damn when no one else does.” I turned my head to look at him and found he was already staring back at me.

  I reached out and traced my fingers along his plump bottom lip. “I-I want you too. But I’m scared if I make the leap, you’ll let me fall just like they did and then not help me pick up the pieces.”

  He was quiet for a moment before he spoke, his voice soft. “Baby B, you told more than one secret. That’s not how the game works.” He reached out and drew me closer to him as he rolled onto his side. “But I’ll keep playing.”

  My heart thundered in my chest as he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. His kiss was soft. Gentle. Sweet. Tentative. Like he was testing me to get a reaction.

  “For the record, I like you a helluva lot too. And if you fall, I’ll be there to catch you. I’m not a runner.”

  My heart skipped at the prospect of what he was saying to me.

  “Tell me more,” he said, pulling me closer.

  I rested my head onto his chest as he held me.

  He hadn’t pushed me for more. He didn’t demand anything of me. Instead, he wanted to know more.

  “I miss my dad. I’m scared something terrible happened. I have no answers.”

  “Nor do I,” he said. “I’ve checked. I never heard of him before I met you.”

  “My mom said he was in trouble with gambling. That he owed Dominic’s dad money. I’ve gone through a lot of crap to not get any answers. Before I left home, I snooped through all my mom’s stuff, looking for clues. Any unknown number, I called. Any unexplained address, I checked. I asked all his old friends, co-workers. No one knew anything. I called hospitals seeing if he’d been admitted. I even asked if there were John Does there. I’ve spent hours on my computer reading articles about bodies found within a hundred-mile radius of here in the weeks he first disappeared, seeing if any of those unclaimed people might be him. All of them … dead ends.”