Twenty-Four
Vincent
A week after the cafeteria incident, I was closer to getting fucked by Dom than by Bianca.
She’d gone completely silent after the scene Dom made in the cafeteria when she talked to that douche from the basketball team.
Bianca’s punishment had been a cakewalk compared to Austin’s.
He’d ended up getting the shit kicked out of him by me and Levin behind the school on his way back from practice.
We’d broken his nose and probably a couple ribs.
All in the name of love, or at least Bianca.
But since Dom humiliated her, the two of them hadn’t gotten along. In fact, if Ivanov didn’t kill Dom, I was sure Bianca would.
“Are you still giving us the silent treatment?” I asked as I strolled beside her on the way back to her dorm Friday night.
She didn’t answer.
“Come on, B. We all have a part to play. If you fuck up, you’ve gotta pay, you know?”
She still didn’t say anything, a muscle thrumming along her jaw.
“B, seriously. This isn’t going to be fun if you’re not talking to any of us—”
“Shut the hell up, Valentino,” she snapped at me, stopping her march.
“We don’t have fun. You guys don’t want me to have fun.
What happened in the cafeteria sure as shit wasn’t fun.
Do you have any idea what it was like to be forced to eat my lunch on my hands and knees while you assholes dropped scraps of food onto my plate?
Huh? At least Hail didn’t humiliate me in front of people like that. ”
“No, he just beat you and made you suck his friends’ dicks,” I shot back.
“I hate you assholes. I’m so sick of dealing with everyone.” She stormed away from me.
Sighing, I jogged to catch up to her.
“B, seriously, chill—” I reached out to grab her hand and stop her, but she turned and swung at me, smacking me across my face. Anger coursed through me, and before I could stop myself, I had her in my arms, hauling her against the side of the brick wall of Casian Hall, my forearm at her throat.
“Just because I play nice doesn’t mean I’m fucking nice,” I snarled at her. “I’m genuinely trying to get along here, B. What the fuck you gotta hit me for?
“Go fuck yourself,” she snapped before she spit on me.
I saw red. I grabbed her by her arm and towed her kicking and screaming straight to Dom’s dorm where I barged in to find him coming out of his bathroom in nothing but jeans. I threw her onto the bed and kicked the door shut behind me.
“What’s going on?” Dom demanded, glancing between us.
It was rare I lost my shit on a woman, but she’d hit me and spat on me in the span of three minutes.
“She’s pissed off. I tried talking to her, and she fucking hit me and spit on me,” I said, my chest heaving.
She sat up and glared at me. “ Fucking baby . You had to run and tattle to Dominic?”
I stepped toward her, my fists clenched. “I’m not a fucking baby.”
“Easy.” Dom got between us. “What’s vexing you, wasp?”
“You, you fucking asshole. All of you.” She was on her feet and glaring us down. “I’ve spent the last week at your side, not talking, doing whatever you tell me to do, and for what? So I can eat my lunch on the floor at your feet like a fucking dog?”
“You aren’t allowed to speak to other guys without our permission,” Dom said smoothly. “You know that rule.”
“He said hi to me you fucking psycho. He asked me to hang out.” She threw her hands up. “It’s normal to say hi back. It’s normal to make friends and watch movies together. The fact you barbarians beat him sickens me. You disgust me. ”
“The way you’re behaving disgusts me,” Dom said. “You asked for our protection and then act like we should be kissing your ass. That’s not how this works, sweetheart. You belong to us, not the other way around.”
“I can’t deal with this. It’s too much.” She shifted to step around Dom, but he stopped her, and in a flash, had her bent over his knee on the bed. She bucked and jerked on his lap, struggling to get away, but his hold was firm.
“Don’t touch me,” she snarled as he lifted her skirt, revealing her blue, lace panties. “Get your fucking hands off me!”
He glanced to me as I licked my lips.
“Are you going to stay and watch?” he asked softly.
I nodded. There was no way in hell I was leaving.
Dom moved his attention back to her. His palm came down hard on her ass, making her cry out and squirm more.
He struck her ass cheek twice. Then he worked his fingers beneath her silk panties.
Her face was red as she hung her head, her body trembling with her shaky breath.
He caressed her for a moment before sliding her panties aside so I could see her glistening lips.
He lifted an eyebrow at me, a sinister look in his eyes.
“Good girls get rewarded, wasp. Bad girls get punished,” he murmured, pushing his finger forward.
She cried out when he slid a digit deep into her pussy. I watched, my cock hard as stone in my pants, as he stroked his finger in and out, the sound making me dizzy with want.
He added a second finger causing her to let out a whimper. His thumb worked her clit. He moved faster, earning a soft moan from her.
“You want to come, wasp?” he asked as he continued to finger her.
“Dominic—”
“Yes or no?” he demanded.
“Y-Yes.”
He stopped immediately, making her wail in protest, and sat her up. Her face was beet red as she glanced over at me then to Dominic.
“Good girls get to come. Bad girls get to know they could have. You are to sit here and think about which kind of girl you want to be. Then maybe if you make us happy, one of us will make you happy. Understand?”
“Son of bitch,” she swore, glaring at him.
“I am.” He nodded. “But you need to learn your place. You’re not above us.
You were literal trash we picked up, hoping to find a use for it.
That’s all. Don’t think because I fucked you one time you have some sort of say in anything that happens.
Now fucking behave or spend the rest of the week on your hands and knees eating like a bitch on the floor. ”
He lifted her off his lap and placed her on the bed before going to his dresser and pulling out a t-shirt. She glared at him the whole time, a look which sent shivers down my spine.
“Is Levin setting up for the party?” Dom asked, completely ignoring Bianca who continued to scowl at his back.
“Yeah, I told him I’d meet him over there after I walked B back to her place.”
Dom turned back to her. “Vincent is going to walk you back to your dorm. You are to change clothes and get ready for the party. I want you in a red dress.”
“I don’t have a red dress,” she muttered.
He stalked to his closet and yanked out a box. He plopped it beside her on the bed. “Now you do.”
“What, you keep dresses in your closet?” she asked bitterly.
“Just for you, wasp.” He focused back on me. “Take her back. I’ll meet you at the party. Don’t worry about helping Levin. Keep an eye on Bianca. Fuck up Ivanov or his guys if they get too close. You know the drill. And don’t give her relief.” He gave me a pointed look.
Bianca scoffed behind us.
“You have something to say?” Dom asked, pivoting back to her.
“Only that I’d rather die than have any of you pricks touch me.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Dom said with a soft laugh. “That wet pussy of yours tells a different story.”
I thought she was going to launch off the bed and end him right there. Instead, she calmly got to her feet, her body trembling with rage, and marched to the door.
“Forgetting something?” Dom called out.
“No.” And with that, she stormed out of the room, leaving me with Dom.
“That girl. . .” Dom muttered, running his fingers through his hair. But there was the tiniest of smiles on his face.
I grinned at him. “I better go catch our busy little B before she kicks someone’s ass.”
“Take care of her, Vincent. She’s important.” For the first time ever, apprehension washed over his features.
“I will.”
And with that promise, I swept out to do just that.