Ten
Vincent
Tossing the rest of my joint on the ground, I blew out the smoke and followed her.
Something was going on. The girl practically screamed for help at lunch.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised by Levin stepping forward.
Levin’s hatred for all things D’Angelou and Ivanov wasn’t a secret.
Hell, he hated all people most days, regardless of lineage.
The fact he’d spoken up and pointed out her plea had me questioning everything I thought I knew.
She stopped and put money into a vending machine, buying a granola bar and a bottle of apple juice. I’d yet to see her eat lunch. Guess she lived on love, but hell, the girl had to be starving if I knew Ivanov the way I thought I did.
Wanting to see what made her tick, I decided to make a move.
“Didn’t want sausage for breakfast?”
She turned and nearly ran into me. Her cheeks flushed red, all that blonde hair cascading around her. I bet fucking her from behind with my fingers tangled in her wild locks would be the ride of a lifetime.
I raked my eyes up and down her body, smirking at her.
She pulled herself together quickly. “I don’t like sausage.”
“Maybe you just haven’t had the right kind yet,” I said, enjoying making her squirm as her gaze darted around.
“Maybe,” she finally said, staring at a spot over my shoulder.
“Look at me,” I commanded softly. Forcefully.
Her blue eyes immediately focused on my face. I cocked my head at her.
“There you go. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
She licked her lips, seemingly thinking before she answered me. “Until I’m a bad one.” She shouldered past me as my cock twitched to life in my pants.
I smiled, watching her ass sway in that short skirt.
“I sure hope you’re bad,” I murmured, not bothering to chase her but definitely not satisfied with the taste I’d gotten. If anything, I was now even hungrier for Bianca D’Angelou.
* * *
“I want Ivanov’s girl,” I proclaimed as I flopped down in a leather chair in the commons room on campus.
The kings took up one corner of the room.
We’d claimed the spot as ours the day we started school here, and no one dared to sit there, even when we weren’t around to claim it.
Dominic peered up at me and sat back in his seat, his face impassive.
That was the thing about Dom. I never knew what he was thinking.
The guy could be having the time of his life, and we’d never know it because he was so fucking serious all the time.
Levin scoffed, a muscle thrumming along his jaw, as his leg bounced. The big fucker didn’t make his dislike of the girl unknown, but I was still hung up on why he’d helped her to start with. Totally out of character for him.
“Come on, Levin. You know you’d fuck her ten ways to Sunday with that big, old cock of yours,” I encouraged, grinning at him.
“I don’t fuck trash,” he grunted back at me.
“To be fair, you did fuck Lydia Duncan,” I pointed out, reminding him of the underclassman he took to pound town last year behind the science building.
The girl was here on a scholarship and didn’t have shit going for her.
Low-income housing and free money were the name of her game.
Levin wrecked her in more ways than one.
It wasn’t often Dominic had to step in and tell a chick to beat it since most of them knew we were one-and-done kind of guys, but apparently, Lydia didn’t get the memo and kept coming back for more.
Dominic fucked her until she cried when she tried to get to Levin again.
Needless to say, we hadn’t seen much of Lydia after that.
“Sometimes you have to slum it.” Levin’s facial expression didn’t change as his gaze roamed the area.
“Let’s slum it with Ivanov’s girl. I have it on good authority she might be a bit of a bad girl,” I said.
“Where did you get your information?” Dominic lifted a dark brow at me.
He was intrigued. I knew he was.
“Me.” I grinned at him. “I talked to her this morning. She submitted easily enough. She might be our unicorn, boys.”
Levin scoffed. “I’m not interested.”
I rolled my eyes at him and turned to Dom. “Don’t tell me, I’ll be plowing her alone.”
Dominic leaned forward. “I’d fuck her to fuck over Ivanov. Imagine how pissed he’d be to know his diamond had been tarnished by the likes of the kings.”
“An extra incentive if her ass wasn’t enough.” I nodded and cocked my head at Levin. “You really don’t want to fuck with Ivanov?”
“I didn’t say that. I just said I wasn’t interested in fucking a D’Angelou. At least the pussy of one.”
I shot him a smirk. “I’ll fuck her pussy. You can fuck her ass.”
Levin finally locked eyes with me. “When we kill her, I want to be the one to do it. Then maybe I’ll fuck her corpse.”
“Damn. You went from one to a hundred,” I muttered.
“No dead body, no fun.” He gave me an even look and adjusted his dick in his pants.
“Why do we hang out with this fucking nut job?” I jerked my thumb at Levin.
Dominic shook his head. “Because he’s good at killing things. People. Moods. Dreams. I like that about him. Keeps shit exciting.”
“You’re both fucked up. If you’re not into getting her, I’ll do it alone.” I got to my feet, but Dominic nodded for me to sit.
“What?” I demanded, irritated at them for not jumping at the idea of Bianca.
“I’m interested. We need to do it right, though. Word is, Ivanov has been bragging about how she’s a virgin and how he’s going to pop her cherry. He was making a big deal out of it according to Gavin in the locker room. I say, we get there first." Dom licked his lips, a dark glint in his eyes.
"We just need to convince her," I said slowly, eager for the hunt I knew she'd give.
"Who said we have to convince her?" The darkness in Dom's eyes spread, morphing his face into a look of purely sinister intentions.
Levin glanced between us. "Will there be blood?"
Dom didn't tear his gaze from mine as he nodded. "Tons. And tears."
“Promise I’ll be the one to end her,” Levin said.
“Of course.” Dom nodded like discussing her murder wasn’t a big deal.
“Then I'm in." A hungry expression came over Levin's face as he rubbed his hands together. "Think she's a screamer?"
"If she's not, she will be." Dom grinned at me.
"Let's fucking do this." I was all in.