Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance #2)(30)

“For you, Noelle, I would do anything… There is no limit to the lengths I would go.” I was once again in a trance, the power he had over me was overwhelming. I wanted to tell him no a million times over. That there was no future, no nothing for either one of us. He was my stepbrother. It was wrong, forbidden, dirty to have feelings for him.

Wasn’t it?

“This can’t happen, Royal. We can’t do this. None of this is okay… Can’t you see that?” I panicked, looking anywhere else but at his face. Somehow I got the words I wanted to say out. I trained my eyes to the ground avoiding any kind of eye contact with him. If I looked into his eyes any longer, I knew I would give in to whatever it was that he wanted.

Rough fingers grazed my chin, gripping it tightly, forcing my eyes to come back up to his. My heart throbbed in my chest, and my body shook with desires I wasn’t even aware of. This was a dangerous game we were playing, one that could end with one or both of us hurt.

“I just want this…” The rest of his words were lost as he placed his warm lips against mine. It was like fireworks bursting through me. Sparking to life something I never before experienced. The taste of blood overwhelmed me, and then it was as if nothing else mattered. I couldn’t think or feel anything but Royal.

The fight between him and Dom didn’t matter, Sasha didn’t, my mom, his dad. Nothing but us and his overwhelming lips mattered in that one fraction of a second. Everything changed with the impact of that kiss.

My knees bowed, and my body warmed all over. Pulses of pleasure filled my abdomen. I was melting into his touch, my nails digging into the muscles of his chest. In a frenzy to get more of him, I dragged my arms across his torso until I reached his strong muscular back allowing for a better grip, bringing him closer against my body. A moan slipped out between my lips, and Royal was right there swallow up the small cries of pleasure that he gave me.

I wanted him. No, I needed him. I needed that kiss like I needed air in my lungs. His lips continued to devour mine, his tongue slowly slipping into my mouth. My knees shook as wave after pleasurable wave seemed to grow larger. Our tongues mingled together, the pleasure in my belly swirling around and around. I could no longer see what was up or down, and I no longer cared. All that mattered in that moment was this. I collapsed against the door of my car, Royal’s strong arms being the only thing that held me up and kept me from dissolving into a puddle on the ground. He continued his assault on my mouth, and I continued to let him.

I let him because I craved him. I didn’t care that I could taste his blood against my lips, or that this changed everything. One second Royal’s delicious lips were on mine and the next second he was pulling away fast. I could tell the kiss did more than just a little to him. His cock was hard as a rock, and it was poking me in the side. Just the thought of his hard dick was causing an unfamiliar pooling in my panties. I had never been in a situation to feel someone’s arousal this close.

“It was just as I imagined it would be,” he whispered against my lips as if they were so fragile they would break. I wanted to ask him why he imagined kissing me before, but didn’t. I couldn’t. It would ruin the moment that we just shared.

“Thank you.” I brushed a finger over my lips, the fact I had kissed my stepbrother was finally sinking in. Everything felt different, better.

“For what?” he asked, sounding calm and happy for what felt like the first time since I met him. The moon was casting a shadow that seemed to mask his features, but if I had to guess I would bet he even looked peaceful right now.

“For giving me my first kiss.” I wasn’t sure if it was what I had just said or not, but in the blink of an eye Royal was back on me, his lips mere inches away from my own, his hard penis pushing against me like he couldn’t get close enough to me. Like he wanted to put it inside of me. Claim me with it.

“Fucking Christ, Noelle. I didn’t need to know that. Do you know how hard it is to know that I was your first kiss, that my lips are the only ones that have touched these beautiful things?” Royal placed the tips of his rough fingers on my lips like he needed to touch them just to make sure I understood what he was saying.

“Fuck I can’t believe that you’re pure and completely untouched or untaken by any man. Do you know what that does to me, Noelle? I want you so bad… Can you feel this?” Royal said, pushing his hips into my center making certain that I could feel the large bulge in his pants pressing firmly against me. I couldn’t think as he began peppering sweet kisses against my throat, right over my jumping pulse while grinding himself into me. Each slip against my center a deliberate movement. He knew what he was doing, and damn did he know how to do it.

“Ahhh, yes I can,” I moaned out loud without thought. We needed to stop. We had to stop. If we didn’t I feared I might let him go further than I was ready for.

“How is it even possible that someone as incredible as you has never been kissed, touched, or devoured?” His voice rasped in my ear.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t really hang out with anyone other than Jordan and she isn’t really my type.” My response sounded more like a giggle since the fine stubble on his chin was tickling me.

“I want you, Noelle, but I can’t have you. It’s going to kill me knowing all of these things about you and not being able to change any of them.” It was as if he was pleading with me to tell him he could have me, to tell him that he was worthy of love.