“Let’s slum it with Ivanov’s girl. I have it on good authority she might be a bit of a bad girl,” I said.
“Where did you get your information?” Dominic lifted a dark brow at me.
He was intrigued. I knew he was.
“Me.” I grinned at him. “I talked to her this morning. She submitted easily enough. She might be our unicorn, boys.”
Levin scoffed. “I’m not interested.”
I rolled my eyes at him and turned to Dom. “Don’t tell me, I’ll be plowing her alone.”
Dominic leaned forward. “I’d fuck her to fuck over Ivanov. Imagine how pissed he’d be to know his diamond had been tarnished by the likes of the kings.”
“An extra incentive if her ass wasn’t enough.” I nodded and cocked my head at Levin. “You really don’t want to fuck with Ivanov?”
“I didn’t say that. I just said I wasn’t interested in fucking a D’Angelou. At least the pussy of one.”
I shot him a smirk. “I’ll fuck her pussy. You can fuck her ass.”
Levin finally locked eyes with me. “When we kill her, I want to be the one to do it. Then maybe I’ll fuck her corpse.”
“Damn. You went from one to a hundred,” I muttered.
“No dead body, no fun.” He gave me an even look and adjusted his dick in his pants.
“Why do we hang out with this fucking nut job?” I jerked my thumb at Levin.
Dominic shook his head. “Because he’s good at killing things. People. Moods. Dreams. I like that about him. Keeps shit exciting.”
“You’re both fucked up. If you’re not into getting her, I’ll do it alone.” I got to my feet, but Dominic nodded for me to sit.
“What?” I demanded, irritated at them for not jumping at the idea of Bianca.
“I’m interested. We need to do it right, though. Word is, Ivanov has been bragging about how she’s a virgin and how he’s going to pop her cherry. He was making a big deal out of it according to Gavin in the locker room. I say, we get there first." Dom licked his lips, a dark glint in his eyes.
"We just need to convince her," I said slowly, eager for the hunt I knew she'd give.
"Who said we have to convince her?" The darkness in Dom's eyes spread, morphing his face into a look of purely sinister intentions.
Levin glanced between us. "Will there be blood?"
Dom didn't tear his gaze from mine as he nodded. "Tons. And tears."
“Promise I’ll be the one to end her,” Levin said.
“Of course.” Dom nodded like discussing her murder wasn’t a big deal.
“Then I'm in." A hungry expression came over Levin's face as he rubbed his hands together. "Think she's a screamer?"
"If she's not, she will be." Dom grinned at me.
"Let's fucking do this." I was all in.
Eleven
Bianca
Fuck,” Hail hissed, grinding against me on his bed as he kissed my neck. He’d called me to his room, citing his need to see me.