I swallowed and turned to Dom. He moved his finger to my lips and rubbed the dampness against them.
“Open,” he commanded softly, his green eyes glinting in the strobing lights from the dance.
I did as I was told. When he slid his finger into my mouth, I sucked on it, tasting myself. His eyes darkened, and his lips parted as I cleaned his finger with my mouth. I cleaned his thumb next. When I was done, he pulled his thumb free and ran it along my bottom lip for a moment. There was so much heat in his eyes, it sent a shiver through my body.
A soft gasp slipped from my lips as he took hold of my chin roughly.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You. The kings,” I said thickly.
“Swear it?”
“I swear it.”
“No lords? Not ever?”
My mind drifted to Fallon. My heart ached. If Dominic ever found out, he’d kill me and Fallon. I didn’t want to lie. God, I didn’t. But I’d already swore nothing happened before. The fear of losing my kings sent my heart into a downward spiral. I’d already lost Fallon. I couldn’t lose Dominic, Vincent, and Levin. Not now. Not ever.
“N-No.”
“If you’re lying. . .” his voice trailed off.
My bottom lip trembled. I knew what he meant. I needed to tell him. Maybe if I came clean, he’d show mercy.
“Dom—”
“Dominic,” a female called out.
He didn’t tear his gaze from mine, but he did answer her. “What the fuck do you want?”
I made to look at the girl talking to him, but he forced my attention back to him.
“Me, wasp. Don’t look away.”
I nodded, my lips parted. His gaze lingered on me for a second before he turned his attention to Stella, the girl in question.
“I asked what the fuck you wanted.”
“We need to talk.”
I tried to steady my breathing. The last time she and Dominic talked had pissed me off. This time wouldn’t yield different results. He tightened his hold on me, his hand falling away from my face and moving to my waist.
It took everything I had to keep my attention on him instead of lashing out and clawing off Stella’s face. I buried my face in his neck so the temptation to shoot off his lap could be tamped down.
“What did I tell you last time?” Dominic’s voice held a note of irritation.
“You said to come to you when I had better information. I have it. We need to talk.”
I had to hand it to the bitch. She didn’t waver as she addressed him.
He was silent for a beat before he spoke, “Meet me in the men’s bathroom in five minutes.”
The conversation ended without a word from her.
“Dominic—” I started, anger surging through me. I didn’t want him alone with her.
He’d bitched to me about lords, but there he was, going to meet with one of their whores.