Eighteen
Bianca
T he 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 fingers 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.
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.