“I’ll fuck you,” Vasiliev said morosely. “I don’t want to. But I will. I can close my eyes and pretend. I’ll totally do it.” He started to push his boxers down, but Dom threw my blanket over his body.
“Keep your cock locked up,” Dom said, shaking his head.
“His cock better not be out and touching my sheets,” I snapped. “Throw his ass out into the hall and be done with this. Let the lords deal with him in the morning. Or the janitor.”
A quick knock sounded on my door again, and I let out a snarl as I stomped over to it, actually hoping Ivanov was here to collect his trash. Instead, Stella stood in the hallway.
“What the hell do you want? Come to get the fucking leopard?” I grumbled, opening the door and letting her in.
She pushed past me and went to stand beside Dom.
“He took too much sugar. The new drug on the market. Drake overdosed him I think. One of the disciples said he can’t die from it, but he’ll be really messed up for a while.” Stella wrinkled her nose as she stared down at him. “Fallon? Are you OK?”
“Oh, thank God, you’re here. You can help me with these guys. Take my boxers off. They want me to fuck—”
“—ing shut up,” Dom finished for him. “Before I push you out the window.”
“I’m sorry I punched you,” Fallon mumbled. “During the fight. I let myself go there for a minute. I was really upset with you for keeping my princess from me. You’re like Bowser, hoarding the princess. What a fucker.”
“How long is this supposed to last?” I asked.
Stella shrugged. “I’m not sure. Trent said he heard it could be several hours until he comes down. That’s why it’s called a sugar rush. And then the crash.”
“Does Ivanov know you’re gone?” Dom asked.
She nodded. “He told me to go find him.”
“Now take him back to your place.” I stared at the barely conscious pussy in my bed.
“Absolutely not,” Stella sniffed. “I can’t possibly deal with him the way he is. Or carry him.”
“Then leave him in the hall but get him out of my bed,” I snapped.
Dom held up a hand to silence us. “Just tell me what happened and why he’s upset about Bianca.”
Stella blew out a breath as Vasiliev let out a pitiful whimper at Bianca’s name.
“Drake shot him up with the rush. Fallon had already smoked some, so he was already messed up. After Drake shot him up, Fallon got all goofy. He thought Bianca was making out with him. It clearly wasn’t her. It was some slut named Abby. She has blonde hair and big boobs, so I guess I can see how he got confused since he was so wasted. Anyway, he put on this big show with her in the middle of the room. Like he made her orgasm, and I’m pretty sure they were going to fuck if I hadn’t interrupted.”
“Buzzkill,” I muttered.
She stuck her tongue out at me before continuing, “Normally, I wouldn’t have bothered to stop him, but he was talking about you—not saying your name of course—but really weird, random things and calling her princess and stuff. I knew what he was saying. Luckily, I don’t think anyone else did. It was only a matter of time before he said your name or hers though. So, I intervened.”
Dom nodded tightly. “I see.”
“Listen, king shit. I’m sorry, OK? I had these fucking turtles all over the place, man, and I miss my girl. The turtles had teeth. Like, big ones. Then she was there, you know? I just wanted her. So I made her come in front of everyone, but she wasn’t my girl. She was just a cat from my class or something. God, I’m fucked up. Can you tell the horns to stop playing the piano?”
Dom blinked several times while Vincent gaped at me in disbelief.
“OK. Thanks for the information,” Dom finally said. “I, uh, guess he’ll stay here tonight.”
“The fuck he will!” I shot to my feet.
“Easy. Vincent can stay to help you. It’ll be fine. Just watch him. Make sure he doesn’t die or something.” Dom nodded to Stella. “You’re a hero tonight.”
“What’s my reward?” she teased, biting her lip and raising her brows at him.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“A date with you,” she said coyly, batting her lashes.
“How about you give me a favor?” Dom countered.
She raised her brows, clearly intrigued. “I’ll owe you a favor? What kind of favor?”
“Anything I want, when I want it.” He winked at her. “It’ll be a good favor for me and a reward for you. Something we both can enjoy.”
Her eyes lit up, and she nodded. “Deal.”
I glanced at Vincent. He smirked.
Whatever.Dom could do whatever shady dealings he had to with Stella. I had my own issues to worry about, and they started with the asshole in my bed.