“You hurt her. You forced her to suck the dicks of your friends. I saw the bruises and the burn on her skin. You treated her like trash, and you know you did. But me? I was the guy waiting for you to fuck up so I could take her from you. What’s that feel like, Ivanov? And knowing that your girl let me fuck her last night in her bed when you’ve been trying for how long now? All I had to do was give her a little hope for something better, and I was in. She came for me many times. I own her first time and fuck was it good.”
“You son of a bitch.” Hail reared back and sent his fist flying toward Dominic.
Levin caught Hail’s fist before it hit its mark. Dominic didn’t even flinch. He simply smiled at Hail as Levin shoved him so hard he stumbled back, falling on his ass.
His guys helped him to his feet, looking like they were ready to bolt and fight, but torn at the consequences of both.
“You’re fucking dead,” Hail snarled, getting to his feet. “All of you. Fucking dead. Except you.” He leveled his gaze on me. “You, I’m going to fucking break and make them watch while I do it, shlyukha.”
And with those sweet words, he turned and stormed through the courtyard, people scattering away from him.
“Looks like we’re going to war,” Vincent said in my ear as he continued to hold me. He pressed a kiss to my temple. “I love the idea of bathing in their blood.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Levin said, glancing from Dominic to me.
“It’s just a war.” Dominic turned to take me from Vincent. “Many men go to war for women. We’re just getting history over with, right, wasp?”
I gave him a shaky smile as he tightened his hold on my waist.
This might have been a really bad idea.
Twenty
Vincent
“So the pussy was worth it?” I asked, flopping down in the chair in the commons across from Dominic.
“Best pussy I’ve ever been buried in,” he commented, flipping through his book and pushing his dark glasses up his nose.
I found it funny he had to wear glasses to read. Big, bad mafia boy needed glasses. Of course, the asshole had to wear the thick, black framed ones that he rocked. Fucker looked good in anything.
“You keep saying that but haven’t given any details,” I pressed, desperate to hear something from him about Bianca. The girl was torturing me both in person and in my head. I’d probably jerked off to her body in my mind twice a day since I’d first seen her.
Dominic closed his book and gave me a pointed look. “What do you want to know?”
“What was it like? Did she fight you? How’d you fuck her?”
“It was the best I’ve ever had. She fought me for a moment before she calmed down. And I fucked her on her back. That enough information for you?”
“No,” I groaned, rubbing my face. “How tight? Did she come? Did you make her bleed? How did it start? I need details.”
Dom chuckled. “Her pussy was so tight it hurt my cock, but in the best way possible. She came a few times, once in my mouth and once so hard I had to change the sheets. And yeah, she bled.” He frowned at that before continuing, “I had her straddle me before I put her on her back and ate her out. The way she sounds when she comes is fucking heaven. I have claw marks on my back from her.”
“Fuck. You do?”
He nodded. “Now you know the dirty details, you can leave me alone so I can read in peace.”
“Not happening.” I snatched the book from him when he made to open it again.
He shot me a sour look.
“When can I have a go?”
A muscle thrummed along his jaw. “Does she want you?”
I snorted. “Did she fucking want you or did you put her in the position of having to want you?”
He scowled at me. “You know the game we’re playing here. We wanted to get Ivanov to fight. This worked perfectly.”