Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance #2)(10)

“Not a problem, Noelle. Anything for you.” His eyes twinkled as he stared at her. I was starting to wonder if Noelle blew him in between classes with the way he was looking at her.

“Royal needs a class schedule, and then we need to place an order for uniforms.” She carried on a conversation with him as if I wasn’t here at all. It didn’t sit well with me to be ignored all while being the topic of discussion. To say I was pissed off was an understatement.

“I don’t need a uniform, thank you,” I commented before Mr. Jefferson could. He narrowed his eyes at me in annoyance. I could tell he was judging me, making assumptions about me. I wanted him to. I would prove him right every single time. I wasn’t about making people think that I was a good person when I knew I wasn’t.

“Uniforms are a requirement, Mr. Black, and I’m sure that your father has already explained that to you. A failure to follow school policies can land you in some hot water, son. If I were you, I would stick to doing as you’re told.” He spoke with authority, like his words meant I had to obey them or some shit. That didn’t fly with me. Not in the least bit. You could call me whatever you wanted, say whatever you wanted to me, but it was my choice to decide what I wanted to do with it. I didn’t like being told what to do. Not at f*cking all.

“He understands, Mr. Jefferson.” Noelle’s eyes shot to mine, I could see the words she was saying without even speaking. She had all but told me to shut the f*ck up ten times over. I wanted to laugh at her for thinking she had such a right, but would find a way to get back at her later on. It wasn’t hard to make her blush. I bet she was still a virgin with her reaction to me removing my pants the other day.

Though it would be kind of surprising with all the shit she has access to. Money has the power to change things for people. Anything could happen with a couple hundred dollar bills.

“Alright then. Most of your classes correspond with Noelle’s and will stay that way the rest of the semester while you learn where all the classes are located.” I nodded my head in understanding not meeting Mr. Jefferson’s glare.

I ignored the rest of whatever it was that he was saying, and left the room right behind Noelle as soon as the conversation was over. A groan wanted to escape me as I watched her walk down the hall ahead of me. My cock grew harder with each sway of her hips.

“Stop staring at my ass, Royal,” she shouted at me over her shoulder, coming to an abrupt stop at what I assumed to be her locker. Anger rippled through me at the mere thought of her thinking I liked her just because I was staring at her ass. I needed to end that shit right now. I’d take my pants off for anyone that wanted a good time. She was no different. Stepsister or not, it didn’t mean anything to me.

“Let me fill you in on something, Noelle.” My voice had a razor edge to it. “Men like *, they like ass, they basically like anything that they can sink their dick into, and you’re not the exception of all of that.” I waited for what I said to hit her and when it did, man was I taken aback.

Her eyes filled with fire. I could see the flames flickering and knew shit was about to go down. She lifted her palm to slap me but I saw the hit coming, stopping her right before her fingertips could graze my skin.

“Now that’s not a very nice thing to do, princess…” I sneered with distaste. She had balls— I would give her that— and if she were, anyone else I would’ve laid her ass out on the ground, but she was lucky, because I didn’t hit girls. I wasn’t like that. I didn’t believe in hurting women; still maybe there was a better way to get even with her.

I leaned in extra close, wanting to make her squirm in her own skin. I made sure we were nose to nose and then I took a deep breath, letting the soothing scent of her vanilla shampoo fill my lungs. Her scent invaded my senses, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t like the smell.

Our chests’ were mere inches away from touching one another’s, and I couldn’t stop myself from watching the swell of her breasts rising and falling, as if she was truly afraid of me.

I dipped down, my nose skimming across the sensitive flesh of her throat, and then up to her ear, stopping right below her earlobe. I could practically hear her heartbeat as it pounded loudly in her veins.

I wanted to bite the soft, velvety smooth skin, but forced myself not to; not wanting to lead her astray, instead I whispered softly into her ear. “Be careful, sweetheart….” I drawled out. “In case you haven't noticed, I like it rough.” Just before pulling away I lost the internal battle with myself, giving into the temptation that was right in front of me. My tongue darted out wetting my dry lips, and I took the moment to relish the look in Noelle’s eyes.

She seemed to be in a trance, kind of like a rabbit right before the hawk struck. Fearful and quiet, waiting to see what the predator’s next move would be. Sweet Noelle was my prey, and I had every intention of devouring her. My tongue flicked out against her skin, the sweet taste of vanilla against my tongue causing parts of my body to come alive.

Then I took the very tip of her earlobe between my teeth, biting down hard. A squeal erupted from deep within her, causing a tinge of pleasure to form in my veins. Something about that very sound coming from her plump ruby lips was so erotic.

Noelle pulled from my hold, her hand slamming into my shoulder as she pushed me away from her, and the force of that movement caused her to slam into her open locker door.