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“What’s your problem?”

“You.”

“Me? How am I your problem? Honestly, Levin, you blow so hot and cold, you’re making me sick. I’m so tired of everything. One minute you make me think you want me because you’re kissing me and pushing your cock into my mouth. The next you’re sulking in a corner, giving me the damn silent treatment. How about you get your shit together and tell me what you want?” I scowled up at him.

A muscle thrummed along his jaw for a moment. “I want you to be fucking safe, Bianca. You’re not safe here, OK?”

“Why do you care if I’m safe,” I asked bitterly.

“Because I lov… because I care, OK?”

My heart skipped at his words.

“This is so fucked up,” he grumbled, closing his eyes. “Look. Shit’s about to hit the fan. I need you to leave.”

“What?” I stared up at him, confused. “Dominic said to stay—”

“I know what the fuck he said,” he snapped. “But I’m telling you to go. I’m telling you to run and not look back. Fuck finding your old man. Fuck saving your mom. Fuck caring about us. Just run. We’re only going to hurt you.” He grew quiet for a moment. “You’re only going to hurt me. I-I need you to leave. I need it more than my next breath.”

I crinkled my brows. “What’s going on, Levin? Tell me. Please—”

“You know I can’t stand you, right?”

My breath caught in my throat, pain making it hard to breathe.

“Yeah. I had a deal with Vincent. See which one of us could fuck you first since you let Dom in so easily. You played hard to get with us.” Cruelty leaked from his mouth. “It was fun, but Vincent won. You were just a game, bumblebee. We started to catch some feelings, so we decided we’d fuck around behind your back. Now, it’s time for you to go because you’ve worn out your welcome.

“You’re lying,” I whispered, nausea snaking through my insides as tears stung my eyes. “Y-you said you care about me. Earlier we—”

He shrugged. “It’s because of my feelings—their feelings—that you need to go. You’re ruining our way of life. And I’m not lying about other women. Dom had his dick sucked tonight by some other chick. He came in her mouth. That’s why he was late. Ask him. And right now? He’s fucking Stella with Vincent just to mess with Ivanov some more. No one gives a shit about you. It’s nice to have someone around to suck our cocks and fuck us whenever we want.”

I swallowed, my bottom lip quivering. Levin’s hand moved to the strap on my dress. He pushed it aside and traced the burn scar Hail had given me.

“You’re disgusting and marked by a lord. No king will want you beyond their bed. You’re just a whore to us."

My heart ached. I shoved away from him, my chest heaving.

“I hate you,” I choked out.

“Good,” he answered softly, his expression one of pain. It didn’t belong on his face. It had no business being there after what he just said. “Now fucking leave, Bianca. Leave Bolten before worse happens to you.”

I backed away from him before spinning on my heel and rushing away, not bothering to look where I was going or who I was bumping into.

Levin would get his wish.

Fuck Bolten, and fuck the kings.

Forty-Seven

Dominic

Stella leaned against the bathroom wall in her long, red dress, her tits pushed up to the max. Vincent closed and locked the door behind us as I stopped in front of her.

“Speak.”

“Well, nice to see you too,” she said, pouting at me.

I snatched her thin arm and shook her. “I don’t have time for your shit, bitch. I said speak.”


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