Thirty-Three
Bianca
A fter my evening in Dominic’s room and our new arrangement, things were better.
I didn’t feel so suffocated or nervous. We were talking again—at least Vincent, Dominic, and I were.
Levin was still his sulking, angry self, but I didn’t expect him to really be on board with anything.
Not a damn thing transpired with the guys that night.
I simply sat on the floor as Dominic ran his fingers through my hair while the guys all talked and played video games like normal humans.
“Hey, girl,” Aubrey greeted me as I walked.
I was alone for once, or as alone as I could be with a future mob enforcer trailing behind me as he stared down at his phone.
I was surprised Vincent could walk and text as much as he did.
If it were me, I’d have run into someone already.
I supposed it was easier when people just dove out of their way to avoid getting too close though.
“Hey,” I said, smiling at her.
“Did you take your trig test?” She let out a groan and let her head fall back. “If I passed that then I’ll be surprised.”
“I’m sure you did great,” I said.
She let out a sigh. “And I’m sure you passed with flying colors.”
“It was hard,” I said, wanting to make her feel better.
She nodded and glanced back at Vincent before leaning in close to me. “Do they ever leave you alone?”
“No. It’s OK though. They keep Hail and his band of goons away.”
She seemed to contemplate that for a moment before nudging me with her elbow. “Have you. . .”
I shook my head, suppressing a smile. “No. Not with Vincent. Definitely not with Levin.”
“Dom?” She gave me a knowing look. “Girl, that boy is hell on Earth. Please be careful.”
“I know,” I said. “It’s just. . . I don’t know.
Once they stop being dicks, they’re actually not bad.
I mean, Vincent and Dom. Dom pisses me off like no tomorrow, but there’s just something about him.
And Vincent…sex in a leather jacket. Levin is always a dick, but there’s even something about him—”
“You like my boy Levin?” Vincent draped his arm over my shoulder.
My face heated. I had no idea he’d closed the distance between us and was listening to our conversation.
The fact I was blowing hot and cold about the guys made everything much more confusing.
I knew not to let my guard down with them but couldn’t help just wanting to let go.
I wanted to know what it would feel like.
On the other hand, it terrified me. Those boys were fire, destined to destroy everything in their paths.
But damn if I didn’t want to play in fire and revel in their heat.
“No,” I said immediately.
“I thought I heard—”
“You didn’t,” I said sharply.
Vincent lifted a dark brow at me, not bothering to pursue the subject, but there was something in the dark depths of his eyes that made me uncomfortable.
“Are you going to homecoming?” Aubrey asked as we walked.
Vincent still hadn’t taken his arm from around my shoulders.
“I don’t think so,” I started, but Vincent cleared his throat.
“You’re going,” he said.
“Do the kings attend such affairs?”
“Of course we do. Free food and drink? The chance for my date to suck my cock or let me bury myself in her ass? What a silly question, baby B.”
I wrinkled my nose at his crude description of his evening.
“Well, I guess one of you is going to be disappointed because I’m not going, so someone will probably have to stay back with me.”
Aubrey frowned and glanced between me and Vincent. I hadn’t told her the intricacies of my arrangement with the kings, so her confusion was warranted.
“You’re going,” Vincent said like it wasn’t up for debate.
I shook my head, not bothering to argue with him. I couldn’t take anyone, so what was the point. My gaze landed on Fallon across the courtyard. He stared back at me, an expression on his face that made my body tingle.
I missed him. We hadn’t spent a lot of time together, but he’d embedded himself inside my head. He said it wasn’t a one and done, but it definitely wasn’t something that could last. And it sucked.
He tilted his head at me when Vincent turned to put money into one of the outdoor vending machines. I followed his gaze to the science building. He inclined his head once more and took off in that direction.
When I turned back, Aubrey was staring at me with narrowed eyes. She glanced at Vincent bitching at the vending machine for eating his dollar and gave a quick nod of her head.
It didn’t take me long to figure out she’d seen my exchange with Fallon and was willing to distract Vincent for me so I could see Fallon.
I scurried off, darting between tables as Aubrey offered Vincent another dollar. By the time I’d made it to the science building, I was out of breath.
Since it was the end of the day, the building was empty. I wandered down the halls, wondering where Fallon had disappeared to. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. His arm snaked around my waist, and his warm lips met the nape of my neck as he brushed my hair aside.
“Princess,” he murmured, his voice low and raspy. The sound sent a shockwave between my legs as I turned in his embrace.
“It’s not safe here.”
“Come on.” He took me by the hand and tugged me to a closed door. He pulled it open to reveal a dark closet with cleaning supplies.
“Better than nothing,” he grunted, bringing me inside and closing the door behind us.
The moment we were inside beneath the old, dim light of the closet, he hauled me against his body, his lips crashing against mine.
I clung to him, groaning into his mouth as he eagerly licked inside mine, his hard cock pressed against my belly.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I panted out between frantic kisses.
“I know,” he answered, lifting my skirt up and running his fingers along my damp underwear. “But I can’t seem to stay away.”
He hiked my leg up on his hip, easing his finger under the elastic of my panties so he could drag it along my center, rubbing my clit. I ground myself shamelessly against his hand, knowing we could be caught at any moment and both of us hauled before the firing squad.
“Don’t think,” he said, his lips making a hot trail along my jaw and down my neck. “Let’s just enjoy the moment.”
I could do that. With eager hands, I shoved my panties to the floor and stepped out of them.
Fallon unfastened his belt, the jingling of the buckle sounding so loud in the quiet of the closet as he released his cock. Then he lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around him.
“Sorry it’s not sweeter, princess.”
“Just fuck me,” I breathed out against his mouth.
“As the princess wishes.” He pushed deep into my heat, making me gasp. Our kisses grew sloppy, deep, merciless as he plundered my heat with his cock.
“Don’t leave any marks on me,” I managed to gasp, my entire agreement with Dominic flying out the window with the first thrust of Fallon deep inside me. Hell, who was I kidding? It went out the window the moment I took a step in his direction moments ago.
I told myself doing this with Fallon was a way to tear apart the two gangs, but in reality, I was doing it because I wanted to. I knew it. I wasn’t a good girl. Maybe I never was.
Which made me perfect for these bastards.
It made me feel powerful as Fallon stroked breathlessly into me, my release building.
“I want to mark every part of your body so everyone knows what we do,” he rasped.
The shelves shook as he railed me against them, cleaners toppling to the floor as our teeth and lips gnashed against one another.
I tightened around him, the burst of euphoria shooting through my body as my orgasm took hold. I moaned into his mouth, riding out the waves. He followed a moment later, his hot seed shooting deep inside me.
Breathless, he rested his forehead against mine, still holding me up.
“Fuck, that was good,” he managed to breathe out. “Did I hurt you?” His gaze swept over me.
I shook my head.
He let me down, and I picked my panties up from the floor and quickly put them on as he tucked himself back into his pants. I needed to find a bathroom so I could clean myself up. Maybe I could convince Vincent that I ran off because I felt sick.
“You OK?” Fallon asked.
I straightened my skirt and gave him a forced smile. “Yes. No. I messed up.”
He crinkled his brows as he stared down at me. “Did they hurt you. . . after?”
I bit my bottom lip. “Dominic was really pissed. The hickey. The scratches from the tree bark.”
He winced.
“He saw it all and lost it. It wasn’t so bad, I guess. He smacked my ass with his belt.”
“So that’s why you were limping the other day. I’m sorry, Bianca. I-I didn’t mean to mark you up.” He looked sick at the thought of the belt on my skin.
“Don’t be upset. It’s fine, really.”
“It’s not OK. I mean, unless you liked it.” He studied me. “Did you? Like it?”
“I don’t know. I’m really messed up I think.”
A smile twitched on his lips. “Just be careful. The thought of you being hurt. . .but then the thought of you getting off on it. . .” He ran his fingers through his hair again, mussing it up more than I already had. “You should do it.”
“Do what?”
“Fuck him. Or all of them. The kings. If you like them, you should do it. I want you to do whatever makes you feel good, makes you happy.”
“You mean. . .”
“Bianca, life is too short, you know? I care about you. But I see the way you stare at De Santis. Valentino. And even that fucking dickhead Seeley. Don’t let me hold you back.
The last thing I want to do is take more from you.
Besides, they can protect you better than I can.
” His expression turned to one of sadness.
“You’ve never taken anything from me, Fallon—”
“Trust me, princess. I have. I will. Just. . .have fun while you can, OK? I’m a fucking mess. This is a mess.” He blew out a breath. “Fuck.”
“Fallon, what’s wrong?”
He looked around before shaking his head. “Bianca, I know I said this wasn’t a one-time thing, but we both know it won’t work. We’re both metaphorically fucked. Stealing these moments is the only thing we have. How the hell are we going to do it? There’s just so much happening.”
“I know,” I murmured.
“Just. . . do what makes you happy. I need you to that for me. It’ll make everything so much easier. . .” His voice trailed off, and he paused before he spoke again. “Don’t go to homecoming.”
“What?” I frowned at him.
“Just. . . don’t, OK?”
“What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. Fuck. I-I need to tell you something, Bianca—”
The handle on the door jangled for a moment, and I darted as far from Fallon in that small closet as I could, my heart in my throat as the door opened. I held my breath, knowing if it was one of the kings, I was dead meat.
Aubrey popped her head in, her eyes wide.
“Vincent is freaking out and is calling Dominic or Levin. Maybe both. You better go find him before he gets here. I covered for you as long as I could. I just saw Stella go into the lab too, so be careful.”
What I liked most about Aubrey was probably the fact she caught on quickly and seemed like she was ride or die for whatever.
“Thank you.” I turned back to Fallon.
“Go,” he said softly.
I reached out for him, and he pulled me into his arms and planted a kiss on my lips which sent butterflies careening recklessly through my body.
“Be happy, OK?” he whispered, cradling my face.
“Is this the last time.?”
“I think it has to be, princess. There’s a lot of shit going on. Just. . .remember what I said, OK? Be safe.”
I nodded, my chest aching at the realization this was over before it had even started.
“For the record, I’ve never been so happy in my life as I’ve been in the short amount of time I’ve had with you. I’m sorry,” he said thickly. “I’m just not a good guy.”
“I’m not a good girl,” I murmured back.
He gave me a gentle, sad smile. “You’re the best girl, Bianca.” He pressed his lips to mine again before Aubrey urged us to hurry.
I stepped away from him, feeling sick to my stomach.
“When you get the chance, princess, run. Far and fast.”
I nodded at him, not questioning it. He was a lord. Clearly he knew something I didn’t.
“Don’t fucking look back.”
I paused at the doorway, my heart hurting because this felt like the end of something that could’ve been epic. He stared back at me, despair on his face.
“Come on, Bianca.” Aubrey grabbed my arm and pulled me away.
Fallon never looked away.
And then the door closed, sending tears down my cheeks as Aubrey tugged me quickly down the hall.