DOMINIC
Bianca smoothed her navy Bolten uniform down. I’d watched as she kissed Levin goodbye on his forehead as he drifted in and out of consciousness earlier this morning. Natalia had promised to keep him safe and comfortable. Alan was headed over to check on him. I hoped to hear good news by this afternoon.
The swelling in Bianca’s face had gone down substantially. She covered the purple bruising with makeup and left her blonde waves tumbling around her so the stitches in her hairline weren’t visible.
I’d fucked her last night and knew I’d upset her with my talk about a baby. But fuck, I wanted it. It was becoming a disease, eating at me, growing stronger with each passing day. She was my queen. I wanted us to have a baby. I also knew she really would be untouchable with a child in her. Her survival rate would be higher if she was impregnated by me, at least where my father was concerned. If he saw I was making an heir, he might be more inclined to pull back.
Or he might say fuck it then kill her and my baby to teach me a lesson.
But I was banking on him backing the fuck off because I really would put a bullet in his fucked up head. Pretty sure he got that memo when I blew his house up with him inside.
“You look beautiful,” I said to Bianca.
Her blue eyes locked on me, and the worry eased away, making my heart pound hard.
My son could be in her belly right now…
“You can’t tell my face is messed up?”
I ran my thumb along that bottom lip I fucking loved so much. “Wear your sunglasses if you’re nervous about your eye still being a little swollen.”
She pushed the Gucci shades I’d bought her up her nose. “How do I look? Like I survived a gun fight?”
“Like you survived the apocalypse and claimed the world as your own.” I kissed her, bringing her body against mine and relishing in her heat.
When I bit her bottom lip, she let out a tiny whimper.
“Sei mia.” I nipped at her lip. “Tell me.”
“Yours,” she breathed out. “I’m yours.”
“I want to fuck you again.” I ran my hand beneath her skirt.
We were outside our dorm and definitely within the range of prying eyes, but I didn’t give a fuck. I’d push her against the wall and take her from behind if the urge struck me hard enough.
And it definitely had.
“Easy,” Vincent called out as he approached.
We’d been waiting for him to get changed.
“There are young eyes here,” he teased.
I broke away from Bianca and winked as her cheeks darkened to crimson.
“And I want my turn with her,” he added, moving to take her into his arms.
I held my arm out to stop him and shot him a warning look.
“Seriously?” he grumbled, halting in his tracks.
“She’s my wife. That’s all anyone here knows. I don’t need rumors going around about her,” I said. “We’re dealing with enough as it is.”
Vincent groaned. “Fine. But just so you know, people are already whispering about us. Didn’t you hear I’m fucking her behind your back?”
“I heard,” I grunted. “And in truth, I’ve walked in on your attempts.”
“Attempts?” Vincent snorted. “It wasn’t an attempt. I was balls out ready. I was going in.”
I laughed at him and grabbed Bianca’s hand. We walked through campus, my gaze darting around to make sure shit was OK. I noted Vincent doing the same.
Bianca’s phone buzzed. She stopped to pull it out as we settled moments later at our table in the courtyard. Fallon was with the lords talking to Drake while Ivanov kissed on Stella.
“Hello?” Bianca said into the phone. She paused for a moment. “Don’t touch my mother, you sick fuck—”
Immediately, I took her phone out of her hand and pressed it to my ear. “Who is this?”
“De Santis,” a deep voice met my ears. “You little prick. You think marrying my daughter makes you both safe now? You of all people should know word travels fast in our circles. You’re going to pay—”
I chuckled as Bianca stared at me with wide eyes. Vincent gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.