“I love you. Please. Love me back.”
“I’ve never stopped,” he said, pushing my robe open. I didn’t see him pull his cock out, but he definitely must have because I felt his warmth at my entrance.
“You’re drunk too,” I whispered against his lips as he paused before entering me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“I’m high too. No sense in lying.”
“We can blame the night on the demons in our veins,” I whispered.
“The devil made us do it,” he agreed, breaching my entrance, his long, thick cock burning me as he stretched me open.
I dug my nails into his back, hating he was still wearing a shirt.
He must have sensed it, because a moment later it was gone, and he was making love to me. Not rough like he usually did. This was gentle. Kisses. Soft whispers. Gentle touching. Revering me as he jostled me gently along his shaft.
This had to be a dream.
“I love you,mia regina. My queen.Tu mi appartieni.” He kissed me, spreading me wider so I could take more of him.
My mind was cloudy. Muddled as he thrust in and out of me.
I wanted this. I needed it. I shouldn’t. I couldn’t. No. NO. Oh, God YES.
It’s just a sweet dream.
I came with a soft cry, my release dampening the sheets. He followed a moment later, groaning as he filled me completely. He stayed that way for a moment before he pulled out. I felt his finger pushing his release back into me before he pressed a kiss to my pubic bone.
“Can you stay tonight?” I murmured, exhausted.
“I can stay forever,” he said.
“I hope I never wake from this dream. I needed it.” I reached for him and found his hand. “We’ll start with tonight though.” My words came out mumbled. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Bianca. So fucking much.”
I didn’t hear the rest of what he said because the dream ended, darkness following, bringing me to the land where nothing mattered.
CHAPTER28
Fallon
If hell had a location, it would be the exact place I was existing.
I thrust up into the girl’s mouth, not even sure what her name was, as Hail fucked her pussy. She moaned along my cock. I wanted to be done. I focused everything I had on the mediocre, sloppy blow job and came in her mouth. She gagged and spit as I pulled out and tucked my dick back in my pants.
I couldn’t be sure, but I had the feeling that Hail wanted what Dom and the kings had with Bianca. He’d been bringing chicks in and out for the last few weeks, making us take turns with them.
None of them could touch what Bianca had.
I forced her name out of my head. It hurt too much to think about her. The guilt of my sins ate at me. I’d fucked up and bailed, but on the flip side of it all, I was a lord, and it would have never worked. I didn’t see Dom letting me back in because I didn’t even know what the fuck I could do at this point to prove myself to him. And honestly, I didn’t want to. I just wanted to wash my hands and be done with it. I accepted what I was. A lord.
I, Fallon Dmitry Vasiliev, was a lord.
And not just any lord these days. Joining in and saying fuck it got me somewhere. I was Hail’s second. We’d even held a party to celebrate. I’d fucked some junior in the ass while he hammered at her pussy midway through the celebration. It really pissed Tate off, too. Not that I gave a shit, because fuck him.
I stood up and walked over to the bar in Hail’s room and sucked down several shots of bourbon as Hail made the girl he’d brought in moan like a porn star. It had to be fake. I knew I was capable of rocking a girl’s world, and I’d never heard such bullshit come out of any of their mouths. It was over-the-top, but she wanted to be our girl.
Dana. That was her name. I think.