Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance #2)(41)

“When I take you— because I will take you with my cock— I’ll have you screaming my name all while begging me for more.” He smirked at me, that upper lip raising just a small amount. God he was so gorgeous. It was no wonder Sasha wanted to claim him as her own. I blushed when he said the word cock out loud. It wasn’t a disgusting word, it was just so dirty and bad. I wanted to say it, too.

“Say it, Noelle.” He must’ve been able to tell that it was a foreign word to me.

“Say what?” I played dumb.

“Cock. Say it. I want to see the pretty little mouth of yours say that dirty little word.” God, he was going to kill me.

“C-O-C-K.” I sounded it out, and I swear the look in his eyes turned feral. I was pretty sure he was ready to eat me alive.

“You’re lucky I’m a good man when it comes to you. A respectful man, because if you were anyone else I would’ve already had you bent over in the back seat with my cock sliding in and out of you at a furious pace, all while you screamed my name out as you came all over my cock.” Holy f*cking vaginal clenches. His words were so raunchy and disturbing, but oh so hot at the same time.

It would of course be then at that very hot moment that my cell phone started to blare, Dad flashing across the screen. I knew my next words would be dangerous ones, and because we had to be back at the house he couldn’t do anything to change them. Yet when I said them I would most certainly be signing my own vagina’s death certificate.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Royal.” I watched his hands clench the wheel, and air blew out of both his nostrils. It was taking immense amounts of strength to keep himself in line, that I was sure of.

“You’ll be mine, baby, and when you finally are, you’ll be withering beneath me, taking every single last inch of me. It will be the first time you experience an orgasm for what it truly is. Not just some tiny spasm you’ve given yourself with a vibrator.” I couldn’t speak or form words. Royal won this round. With both of us built up to our breaking points, he drove us the short distance back to the house. I could deal with my mom now that Royal was by my side. Still the thought of him thinking it was all his fault lingered there in the back of my mind. He didn’t realize it, but he was the best thing that ever happened in my life, and I was grateful that he was here.





Chapter Seventeen


-Royal


I needed a cold shower and I needed it right f*cking now. I was beyond grateful when I found out that Viviana wasn’t home yet, and that I could jump right into the shower without having to worry about what would be happening to Noelle while I was otherwise preoccupied. I was a man that needed to take care of himself, and I was going to do so right f*cking now.

I headed straight toward my bedroom, and the second the door closed behind me I was pulling away my clothing, ripping off my shirt and pants at mach speed. The clothes were too much. The friction they were causing against my skin was more than I could handle.

I needed to rid myself of these thoughts and feelings I was having for Noelle. I needed to restrain myself from walking right across the hall to Noelle’s room, pulling all the clothes from her body, and f*cking the shit out of her. We were far too close to each other back there in the car, we were far too close to go further than I knew she was ready for. It took everything in me not to prove to her just how much I really wanted her and just how right we would be together.

She was in my head and under my skin all day, every day. From the minute I woke up until the time I fell asleep, she was all that was running through my head, and now it seemed she was my reason for needing to beat off. God I was so f*cking screwed, and not even in a good way.

I turned the faucet over as hot as it would go, allowing the bathroom to fill with steam. I stood in front of the mirror waiting for the water to get hot. I stared at the reflection showing back at me. My dark brown hair a mess from where Noelle ran her fingers through it, my light blue eyes tired but hungry. I could see the small bruise still healing from the fight with Dom and the tension in my muscles.

There was a small scar above my right eye where I was cut with a knife in a fight back when I lived with my mom. That life and the things I went through seemed to be ages ago, although it couldn’t have been more than a few months ago. It’s amazing how life can change a person in just a short amount of time.

The life I was living now wasn’t anything to be proud of. I still fought, and I was definitely still pissed off at Mark. I hated Viviana. I was still just f*cking chicks for fun, but Noelle… she was different. A whole other perspective to things. Parts of her made me want to be a better person, while the other parts of her made me feel content just being the person I was. Noelle didn’t try and change me. She didn’t care about what people said about me. She saw the good I had in me when everyone else saw the bad. They didn’t care to investigate deeper into the situation.

We were on each other’s team, and today proved that more than ever. Noelle was done giving a f*ck about what people said to her, a point I had already hit. I pulled the shower curtain back and stepped into the hot spray, the water easing my muscles as soon as it hit my skin. Being around Noelle when I wanted to do nothing but devour her caused me so much anxiety. It literally pained me to be within touching distance of her and not be able to do a damn thing to ease myself.

I couldn’t touch her, kiss her, or even look at her without the need to take her and claim her as my own, and I f*cking would. I might be a bad man, I might fight and hurt people, but I would never do anything to hurt her. I would never betray her or talk down to her the way that others have.