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

by K. G. Reuss

  “I have enough.” I smiled up at him.

  I wanted to kick my own ass for not making this thing with Vincent happen sooner. Before I could see where the moment would lead, the door to my room opened and Levin stomped in wearing a black suit and tie just like Vincent’s.

  “You look good,” I commented, peering around Vincent at the massive man who leaned against my dresser, a scowl on his face.

  Vincent grinned at him over his shoulder. “What’s wrong, Seeley? Underwear too tight?”

  Levin flipped him off before pulling a flask from the inner pocket of his suit and taking a swig.

  “Have you guys heard from Dominic? It’s been hours since he left.” I glanced between the two men.

  Vincent took my hand and led me to my bed where he pulled me down onto his lap.

  “Dom’s with his father. Sometimes it takes a long time,” Vincent explained softly, giving me a gentle squeeze.

  I didn’t miss the look he shared with Levin though. It made chills rush over my body. Something was going on that they weren’t telling me. They seemed more concerned and uptight than normal.

  “Is he bad? His dad?” I ventured.

  “The worst,” Vincent murmured, turning back to me and brushing his lips along my jaw.

  I exhaled, relishing the way his lips felt on my skin.

  “I need to find something to wear and then get ready,” I said softly as Vincent’s hand moved beneath my skirt. Despite my words, I didn’t make any effort to move away from him.

  “Mm,” Vincent said, kissing along my neck.

  I let my head fall back to give him more access.

  “We have plenty of time, baby B. We should make good use of it.”

  “How?” I breathed out as he methodically unbuttoned my shirt.

  It hadn’t slipped past me that Levin was still in the room. I chanced a peek at him as Vincent undid another button. Levin continued to lean against my dresser, his gaze locked on mine.

  “However you want,” Vincent murmured, my shirt fully unbuttoned and my white bra on display. He traced his fingers along the edge of the lace cups, his touch barely brushing the sensitive skin of my breasts.

  I bit my bottom lip, still staring at Levin. “Anything I want?”

  “Mmhm.” Vincent kissed my neck again and cradled one of my breasts.

  “I want to taste you,” I said, running my fingers through his hair. “Both of you.”

  Vincent let out a soft chuckle. “You hear that, Seeley? Our sweet girl wants to taste us.”

  Levin said nothing as he continued to stare at us. A muscle thrummed along his jaw, and his breathing grew deeper as he watched, still not moving an inch.

  “I don’t think he wants to play with us. Maybe we’ll let him watch instead.” Vincent nudged my bra down and exposed my breast before he tweaked the nipple, making me tremble.

  I closed my eyes, my breathing shaky as Vincent’s hand snaked beneath my skirt and skimmed against my underwear.

  He chuckled softly as he pushed my panties aside and brushed against my heat. “Levin, she wants it,” he called out. “Don’t you want to make her scream with me? Might be your last chance.”

  Last chance?

  Levin still didn’t move.

  “His loss.” Vincent slid his fingers through my folds and hit my clit, rubbing it gently.

  A zing of pleasure coursed through my body at his tender touch, and I let out a sigh at the pressure he was building within me.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he murmured breathlessly while he continued to rub me. He pushed a digit into my entrance as his mouth met mine.

  Our tongues slid against one another’s, both of us hungry for what the other could provide.

  I cracked my eyelids open to find Levin still watching, his lips parted. God, I wanted him to join us so much that I nearly went to him and got on my knees to beg.

  Vincent dragged my panties off, letting them fall to the floor at his feet. Then he pushed my shirt from my shoulders where it joined the panties. My bra was peeled from me next, leaving me in nothing but my uniform skirt.

  “I want you naked,” Vincent murmured against my lips.

  I broke the next kiss off and stood in front of him. His dark eyes glimmered as he took me in, the massive bulge in his pants evidence of his arousal.

  “Fuck, you look good, baby B.” He leaned back on his arms and watched as I unzipped my skirt and let it puddle at my feet.

  My heart banged hard in my chest at being completely naked in front of the two of them, but I wanted this as much as my next breath.

  “Your turn,” I said, chewing on my bottom lip.

  Vincent smirked, taking off his pants and shirt, leaving him in nothing but his boxers and socks.

  “All of it,” I said as I took in the outline of his cock through his boxers.

  All my kings were packing some heavy heat. The thought sent shivers of anticipation up my spine at the prospect.

  I took a moment to tear my gaze from Vincent and look at Levin. His eyes moved from Vincent to me. Feeling brave, I took a step toward him and then another, watching his reaction. He only stood there, staring at me, his lips still parted.

  “Will you join us?” I asked when I reached him and rested my hand on his chest as I peered up at him.

  His heated stare met mine.

  I went up on my tiptoes, wondering if he’d let me kiss him. When he didn’t pull away, I closed the distance and pressed my lips to his. He was resistant at first until I pressed my body against his hard torso. Then he came alive, his hands moving down to rest on my waist before moving to my ass and tugging me firmly against him. His hard length greeted me. I ran my hand down his chest to his crotch where I unbuttoned his pants and dipped my fingers beneath the cotton of his boxers before pushing them down his legs.

  His dick wept with precum, making it easy for my hand to slide up and down it. He groaned softly as I stroked him, his tongue lashing against mine in a heated kiss. Another set of warm hands touched my body as Vincent moved behind us and cradled my breasts, his lips kissing along my shoulder.

  My heart rate picked up at the reality of what I was doing. When Levin’s fingers sought my heat, I spread my legs to allow him entrance. He pushed a finger into my wet depths, earning a cry from me, which he quickly swallowed down.

  Vincent raked his fingers through my hair, tugging me from Levin so he could kiss me. I turned my head, meeting his lips with mine. Levin’s finger was still buried to the knuckle inside me as he worked me at a slow, steady pace.

  Vincent bit my bottom lip as he pushed a finger into me next to Levin’s, earning a heavy, whimpering pant from me at the fullness the two provided me.

  They worked me over, both hitting all the spots that made me tremble. I reached behind me and stroked Vincent at the same pace I handled Levin’s thickness. Both made animalistic, hungry noises as my body began to quake with the impending orgasm they were wringing from me.

  Vincent smashed me against Levin, pushing Levin against the wall for support. With my lips still on Vincent’s, I let out a cry as my release took hold before Levin maneuvered my mouth from Vincent and planted his own mouth on mine.

  I whimpered through it. Neither of them slowed as I rode their hands with wild abandon. The two seemed to be fighting for control of me as they kept snagging my lips from the other.

  “Will you kiss each other?” I breathed out, wondering how far they’d go.

  Vincent chuckled softly against my lips. “Will that turn you on?”

  “So much.” I looked to Levin. “Our secret, Boo Bear.”

  Levin dragged his heated gaze from me and licked his lips as he looked at Vincent who leaned in. A moment later, they crushed their lips against one another, me moving off-center to make room for them. My pussy ached with need as I watched their tongues tangle.

  Feeling brave and empowered, I directed the hand Vincent was using on me and had him stroke Levin’s cock with my wetness. Levin groaned i
nto Vincent’s mouth as Vincent jerked Levin’s thick length, not needing guidance from me.

  Levin tore his lips from Vincent’s and kissed me again, Vincent still stroking him as Levin inserted a second digit into my heat to make up for Vincent’s absence. I reached down and wrapped my hand around Vincent’s, enjoying the way it felt to feel him pleasure Levin.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” Levin growled as we stroked him. “You two are going to make me come if you don’t stop.”

  Vincent’s lips met Levin’s once more, silencing him, before they were both kissing on me. It wasn’t long before their lips touched each other’s in rough kisses as they battled for mine. It was hard to tell whose lips were where. A cry left my mouth as a thick cock pressed against my entrance when Levin withdrew his fingers.

  Vincent.

  “Say yes,” he grunted, pulling back from our kissing party as he gripped my hips.

  “Say no,” Levin said breathlessly.

  “Do it. All of it. I want it,” was my answer.

  “You were going to get it anyway,” Vincent growled, pushing me to my knees so Levin’s cock was in my face.

  I wasted no time sucking his length into my mouth. He groaned out, his head thumped back against the wall as his hands cradled my head. He fucked my mouth slow and deep, taking my breath away as he pushed into my throat.

  After a few moments, strong hands tugged me backward, my mouth popping off Levin’s dick. Vincent deposited me on the mattress, positioning me on my knees. Levin scrambled over, eager to continue what I’d started. Gently, he tipped my face up and eased his length back between my lips.

  From behind me, Vincent slid his cock along my wet folds before pushing forward and breaching my entrance. I cried out against Levin’s cock, making him shove deeper into my mouth, stars dotting my darkening vision.

  “Fuck, Levin, her pussy is so wet and tight. It’s almost painful to push into it,” Vincent called out breathlessly as he inched his way inside.

  When he was fully seated, he gave my ass a smack which made my moan vibrate against Levin’s girth.

  Levin responded by thrusting harder into my mouth, fucking it brutally like he’d done to me before. His hold on my head wasn’t gentle. I clawed at his thighs which only made him push deeper. When he let me breathe, a groan slipped from me, spurring Vincent to shove into my heat violently, the sounds of my sucking and our skin slapping echoing around us.

  “Make Levin come, baby B,” Vincent breathed out as he continued to fuck me from behind. “Make him remember you.”

  I wasn’t sure what the hell his words meant, but I sucked harder, licking and slurping on Levin’s rod as he stared down at me, his chest heaving.

  The heat within me grew, expanding to every inch of my body as Vincent filled me completely, his cock heating my walls and making goosebumps spread across my skin like a raging wildfire.

  I clenched around Vincent’s length, coming so hard I saw stars. He grunted his own excitement, burying himself to the hilt over and over within me as he chased his release.

  Levin’s cock thickened as I moaned around it until the first spurt of his pleasure blanketed my tongue. I swallowed every drop he gave me as my body trembled from the guys’ onslaught.

  Levin blew out a shaky breath as he gazed down at me and caressed my face, surprising me with the gentleness of his touch, considering how withdrawn and angry he always was. The last week had been torture without him wanting shit to do with me. But I was beginning to learn who Levin was. He wasn’t a talker. He just. . .continued on with his life like nothing bothered him. I had to admire that even if I didn’t like it.

  I let out a gasp as Vincent squeezed my hips, pistoning into me one final time before he let out a groan, sending his release shooting deep into my heat.

  I thanked God I was on the pill because these kings would probably impregnate a girl just by batting their lashes at her.

  Vincent’s warm lips landed on the center of my back with a kiss, his cock still buried within me.

  I studied Levin. He looked sad, a strange expression for him considering he only ever appeared pissed off. It made my heart flip at whatever reason why he seemed so morose after having just gotten off. Instantly, I worried he was going to retreat from me again.

  Vincent withdrew from me, leaving me empty but sated.

  “Come on, baby B,” he said gently, helping me to my feet as I continued to observe Levin. “Seeley, let’s clean her up for the dance. Our princess doesn’t need the remnants of my fun dripping from her.”

  Levin said nothing as Vincent lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bathroom. He placed me on my feet and turned the shower on. When he spun back to me, he wore a similar expression on his face as Levin. Worry flooded me, brimming to the surface as Vincent led me into the shower.

  Warm water cascaded over us, and I rested my forehead against Vincent’s chest as he held me beneath the spray. A moment later, Levin joined us. I reached out for him as Vincent released me.

  “Don’t be mad,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Whatever it is, please don’t go back to how you were last week. I like this Levin.”

  He grunted and gave me a hug, his hold tight. “I’m not mad, bumblebee,” he said softly.

  Vincent moved in behind me and hugged us both.

  Something was going on that I wasn’t being told, that much I knew. I had the sinking feeling that maybe my time was up.

  With that thought in mind, I clung to two of my kings even tighter, praying for a miracle, and hoping Dominic De Santis could deliver it.

  Forty-Four

  Levin

  I felt unwell.

  We hadn’t heard from Dom. And I’d fucked up. Again. Now, I couldn’t stop staring at Bianca. These emotions welling up within me had been clawing to get out from the moment I first saw her. I’d fought them so hard too. The fact Dom was still missing made those feelings run wild with fear. I knew wherever Dom was, it wasn’t good. His old man wasn’t the doting, loving sort of parent, and the horrors Dom was probably going through only meant more bad shit coming our way.

  Making me feel. Want. Desire. Lo—

  Fuck.

  “I like your hair wet.” Bianca giggled, pushing Vincent’s damp hair away from his forehead.

  His lips quirked up slightly. I knew Vincent. He was wrestling with his feelings too. Namely the ones concerning with what the hell we were going to do when Dom got back and delivered whatever news he had.

  “I like you wet,” he retorted, dragging her closer to him before he shoved her towel off, leaving her naked again.

  I rubbed my forehead. I needed some air. After our shower, we’d dressed, or tried to in Bianca’s case. If I stayed, nothing good would come of it considering I’d been a breath away from burying my cock deeply inside her with Vincent.

  “Where are you going?” Bianca called out, pushing away from Vincent.

  My gaze raked up her gorgeous body, making my cock twitch to life in my pants again.

  “I need some air.”

  “Everything OK?” She took a step toward me.

  My gaze darted to Vincent. He looked how I felt. His lips were turned down into a deep frown, and he seemed tired, despite how much of a good time he was having with Bianca. He gave me a nod, letting me know he understood.

  “Yeah. I’m just going to go call Dom and see where he’s at. You should get dressed. Wear red. It’s Dom’s favorite color.”

  “What’s yours?” she asked as I spun away from her, my hand on the doorknob.

  I swallowed thickly before answering, “Blue.” I didn’t wait for her to say anything else. I simply slipped out the door and closed it behind me.

  I leaned against the wall outside of Bianca’s building, watching as students came and went. Many were dressed to the teeth for the dance already. Those on the football team were in uniform and dashing off to the field.

  I took a hit of my joint and let my head rest against the brick wall, my
body coiled with tension. I hated feeling so lost. Usually, I knew exactly what the plan was. I never had to second guess myself. I never had to pause. We took what we wanted, when we wanted it. But now? Everything was fucked.

  Dom rounded the sidewalk and headed in my direction, his black hair slicked back and his suit on. He carried a large white package beneath his arm.

  “Where have you been?” I grunted as he approached.

  He stopped in front of me and snagged the joint out of my hand, taking a deep hit and holding it in before blowing it out and handing the joint back to me.

  “Nowhere good,” he muttered.

  I nodded. Figured.

  “What’s the plan?”

  “If my father’s inside man doesn’t deliver Bianca to him by midnight, we take care of her.” He launched into telling me the bullshit about a sex club his father wanted her to be tortured in.

  Bile burned my throat. I bit my cheek so hard I drew blood. “So she’s fucking dead then? Either way. The pigs in that place will kill her or we will.”

  Dom’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “You knew it would eventually come to this. We all did. She belongs to Ivanov, and you know how we punish—”

  “She belongs to us,” I snapped.

  Dom lifted an eyebrow at me. “Does she? For sure? No going back when you feel like you can’t take her shit or the fucked-up feelings?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t know. This is so messed up.”

  Dom nodded.

  “I just had my dick in her mouth. I almost gave in and fucked her.”

  I locked gazes with Dom to check his reaction. He stood staring back at me, his nostrils flared slightly, but he wore no sign he was going to punch me in the face. Maybe he’d figured out how to get his jealousy in check.

  “With Vincent?”

  I licked my lips, remembering how I’d definitely kissed more than just Bianca during our make out session. And it had definitely been Vincent taking the lead and stroking my cock to near completion. Fuck, it felt so good too. That was a first for us. I just wanted Bianca to have what she wanted before shit hit the fan though. If she wanted to see me kiss my best friend, so be it.