“Fuck,” he panted in a shaky voice before his lips found mine, his movements picking up.
“Dominic,” I cried out as my pussy spasmed once more, soaking the sheets.
He let out a growl as he pumped faster, my body quivering beneath his as I arched into his chest.
His breathing became faster until he was gasping and groaning, his cock twitching deep inside me as he filled me with his release.
Moments later, he lay on top of me, making sure to not crush me, trembling slightly. He pressed a tender but fierce kiss to my forehead before he finally withdrew, leaving me feeling empty. I stayed there, watching as he sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, all the rippling muscles of his body tense.
He finally got up wordlessly and padded to my bathroom. The water ran for a moment before he returned and sank beside me.
Gently, he ran a washcloth along my tender center, cleaning me.
“You’re bleeding,” he murmured as I winced. When he was done, he ran his fingers along my jawline. “Go clean yourself up. We made a mess. I’ll change your sheets.”
I nodded and got up, self-conscious about being naked in front of him.
“Don’t be,” he said as if reading my mind. “You’re beautiful, Bianca.”
My face heated, but thankfully the light was dim enough he probably couldn’t tell. I quickly slipped my robe back on and went into the bathroom where I cleaned and tended to myself.
God, he did a number on me.
I stared in the mirror, touching my lips, remembering the way he’d kissed me. How he’d tasted. What it had felt like to have him buried deep inside me.
Knowing I had to face him, I turned off the light and went back to my room to find my sheets changed and him sitting in his boxers on the edge of my bed. He looked up when I came in, his dark hair a mess from my fingers, his green eyes taking in my every movement.
“Come lie down,” he said.
I did as he said and lay in my spot. I figured once he’d gotten laid he’d be out the door without a backward glance at me. Instead, he slid under the covers beside me and hauled me into his arms.
“Sleep, wasp,” he said softly, pressing a tender kiss to my temple as he held me.
I closed my eyes, not sure what to feel, but not opposed to whatever it was.
Nineteen
Bianca
Dominic was gone when I woke the following morning. His scent still clung to my pillow though. I lay there for a beat, thinking about our night together before I trudged to my bathroom and showered, taking care to move slowly since he’d wrecked me the night before. Once I made myself presentable, I left my room and headed outside.
My phone buzzed as I walked, so I pulled it out to find a message that simply read, Meet us in the center of the courtyard.
I didn’t need to guess who wanted me. I quickly made my way to the courtyard to see it filled with tons of students before classes. It wasn’t unusual for all those people to be there. It was the meeting spot for many and place to recount the past weekend as everyone congregated and chatted.
“Bianca,” Hail called out to me.
I swallowed and focused on Dominic in the middle of the courtyard with Vincent and Levin on either side of him.
“Bianca,” Hail shouted again, rising from the bench he’d been sitting at, the lords and his minions around him. He cursed as I kept going, focused on the three drop dead gorgeous men waiting for me.
When I reached the kings in the center, I stopped and stared up at Dominic.
“Good morning, wasp,” he greeted me, his dangerous smile in place.
“You’re walking funny this morning, B,” Vincent added.
“Eat shit, Valentino,” I hissed at him.