Twenty-Two
Bianca
“I thought our deal was if I had sex with you, you’d protect me. I didn’t know it included cleaning up your damn messes,” I snapped at Dominic as I fluffed his pillows before swooping down to grab his shoes so I could put them in his closet.
“Am I not making sure you’re protected?”
“You’re making sure I’m annoyed,” I said, closing his closet door. “Can I go now? I cleaned everything. I have to do Levin’s trig homework before morning.”
“Is that what he has you doing?” Dom smirked, setting his whiskey on the small table beside him and unfolding his long form from the leather chair he sat in.
I grunted and watched as he approached me, undoing his cufflinks as he closed the distance.
He stopped in front of me and ran his knuckles along my cheek. “Want me to make it up to you?”
“How?” I stared up at him as he peered back at me without a hint of emotion on his face.
“However you want, wasp.”
“Maybe you could come clean my room,” I said, suddenly nervous.
He let out a soft chuckle before he lifted me up like I weighed nothing at all and set me on his bed. Wordlessly, he placed his hand on my chest and pushed me back before he dropped to his knees and tugged my butt to the edge of the bed.
“Dominic—”
“Shh,” he said, pushing my skirt up. “If you’re going to open your mouth, you may as well be screaming my name instead.” He dragged my panties down my legs and tossed them to the floor before positioning my thighs on his shoulders.
“You’ve been a good girl. Good girls get rewarded when I own them.
” And with those words, his mouth met my heat, making me arch my back and claw his blanket.
He lashed furiously at my clit. Sucking.
Nibbling. Licking. I saw stars when he pushed a finger into me and hooked it, pressing against a spot that made me feel like I was going to rocket off the bed.
In. Out. In. Out. Suck. Bite. Lick.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I came hard with a loud cry, my fingers tangled in his hair as he ate me through the pounding orgasm and into the next, never slowing his pace.
A few minutes later, I lay trembling in his bed as he pulled away, his mouth glistening with my release.
Before I could say a word at the surprise, there was a knock on his door. He got to his feet without bothering to wipe his mouth and yanked it open. I sat up and made sure my skirt was pulled down. My panties were too far from me to get to before Vincent and Levin stalked into the room.
“No need to ask what you were doing,” Levin grunted, taking in Dom’s glistening lips and my guilty expression.
“Man’s gotta eat.” Vincent clapped Dom on the shoulder and went straight for my panties. He scooped them off the floor and grinned at me.
“Lose something, B?”
“Give me those.” I held my hand out to him, but his grin widened as he stuffed them into his pocket like a damn creep.
“If you want them, you can come get them from me tonight. I have a job for you.”
“Laundry?” I asked dryly.
He grabbed his dick through his pants and winked at me. “It is dirty, but it’s not laundry, B.”
“Why’s your dick dirty?” I countered, irritated with his teasing. I was already having a hard enough time getting Fallon out of my head not to mention Dom doing what he just did.
“Because it hasn’t been used in a few days. It gets dusty from non-use.”
“So find someone to fuck,” I said, getting to my feet and wincing at the cool air beneath my skirt.
“You?” He raised his brows at me.
“Knock it off.” Levin stomped over to Dom’s whiskey, something I didn’t understand how he was allowed to keep on campus without getting into trouble over it. But he was a king. He could do anything he wanted it seemed.
“Why? Jealous, big guy?” Vincent sank onto the bed, dragging me back down beside him.
“Not of her. It’s clear she’ll fuck in exchange for anything anyone will give her.” Levin poured his drink.
We hadn’t had a lot of conversations, Levin and I, and that was mostly due to him being a raging asshole to me. But I was annoyed.
“Maybe you should follow in my footsteps. Maybe someone could pull that stick out of your ass while they’re down there.”
Vincent let out a loud burst of laughter. Even Dom smirked, a unique look for his serious face.
Levin turned to me, glaring. “Easy, little girl. You might turn up dead.”
“Don’t do me any favors,” I snapped back as he downed a glass of whiskey. “You’re all talk and no action. All moody and broody like someone killed your puppy. Or maybe they killed someone you loved.”
Levin growled and in the blink of an eye was on top of me, pressing me into Dom’s bed, his hand tight around my throat.
“Don’t fucking talk to me about shit you know nothing about,” he snarled, tightening his grip.
I bucked beneath him, panic oozing through me as I clawed at his hands.
“You’re another fucking whore here to take whatever you can to get ahead. A fucking D’Angelou , trying to get whatever she wants.”
Stars dotted my vision. So much for Dominic protecting me. He was going to let Levin kill me.
My body felt heavy as my eyelids fluttered. My hands fell away just as Dominic and Vincent pulled him off me.
I choked and gasped, hauling in mouthfuls of air before I darted off the bed and stumbled, falling to the floor.
“Easy, B,” Vincent said, coming to help me up.
I shoved him away from me, my eyes burning.
“Fucking liar,” I rasped at Dom who was staring back at me.
Levin tugged at his own hair beside him. Dom had sworn to protect me. I guessed I was wrong thinking it included from his own crew.
“B, come on—"
“Fuck you.” I shoved Vincent away, my throat aching. My voice sounded like shit. “Fuck all of you.”
“Bianca,” Dom’s voice boomed out.
I shook my head at him as I backed away. “No. I’m leaving.”
“Vincent will walk you—”
“I’m not a fucking dog.” I jerked the door open and slammed it closed behind me and rushed away.
From one hell straight into another. Fucking figured.