Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance #2)(50)

“I can feel it…” she cried out, pushing back against my hand and face. I grabbed the tops of her thighs steadying her and making sure she couldn’t pull away from me before she came. No way, sweetheart. You’re riding out the pleasurable waves.

“It feels soooo goooddd.” A loud breathy moan fell from her plump lips. I slipped another finger in, and that must have been her undoing. Three strokes later and she was calling out my name, her * clenching around my fingers. Fuck, I’ve never been so jealous of my own hand. It touched her where I never had.

Noelle kept her eyes locked on me as she rode out the waves of pleasure, each one hitting her harder than the next. Her chest rising with each heavy breath that she took. A pink blush crept over her body, and I could still feel her body quaking from the force of her orgasm.

“I’ve never come before…” Her voice was heavy with pleasure and she sounded shy like she was embarrassed to admit that to me. I blinked, pulling my body up off the floor, slowly trying to digest what she just said. She couldn’t mean what I think she meant. Could she?

“Like you’ve never come at all? Not once? What about when you pleasure yourself?” I really hoped she wasn’t about to f*cking tell me she’s never even touched herself. I know she told me that she had never been kissed, and I assumed she was a virgin but shit. I never would have guessed at seventeen that she was that f*cking untouched.

How the f*ck is it even possible this is the first time she ever came? Fuck! I was her first kiss, and the first guy to ever bring that sweet * of hers to the brink. What the f*ck did I do? I felt as if I took something glorious from her.

“You need to get out of here right now.” I pulled away from her without warning, grabbing her clothes up off the floor. Fuck, I was an *. Hurt showed in her eyes, where pleasure previously was; still I couldn’t explain myself to her right now, not without really f*cking her this time. It would be hard and raw, and that’s not what she needed from me. Not at all. I couldn’t take her until I was in the right mindset and even after what we just did, I didn’t trust myself with her.

“Am I not good enough? I’m sorry. What did I do wrong?” I could tell she was close to crying and the fact that she thought this in anyway was her fault made me feel like an even bigger *.

“It’s not you, Noelle. Not at all. I promise you it’s not. You are absolutely perfect, princess. I want you now more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, and I will have you— just not tonight.” I prayed she would just take what I said and listen to me for once.

She just stood before me completely bare and told me she was pure; untouched by even herself. She willingly handed herself to me on a golden platter, add to the fact that she thought she did something wrong or that she wasn’t good enough. My precious angel had no idea how special she was. She was that juicy red apple hanging from the tree in the Garden of Eden. It would be a sin to reach out and take a bite, but it would kill me not to.

Noelle was f*cking killing me.

“Okay…” She grabbed her clothes from me, her shoulders slouched forward as more sadness and hurt consumed her like I’ve never seen before. I should have stopped her, wrapped her up in my arms and told her how perfect she was, but I couldn’t. Instead I watched with defeat as she turned around and walked right out of the bathroom and away from me, not even once turning back to look at me.

I stood in that bathroom staring at myself in the mirror— forcing myself not to cave, not to rush after her— knowing that if I did I would destroy her, and in doing so I could never live with myself if I ever did that. Even with her thinking I was rejecting her or that she wasn’t good enough was better than me losing myself in her right now. I was saving her from myself, and it was killing me.

It was then and there as I stood hating myself that another unwelcome thought smacked me right in the face.

I was starting to fall for her, even if I didn’t want to.

I was falling in love with Noelle.

I was falling in love with my stepsister.

Noelle was like that stupid red apple. She was tempting me, dangling herself right in front of me. Begging me to take just one single bite. I would sin a million times over just to get another taste of her. A hundred tastes of her.

She was my craving.

My addiction.





Chapter Twenty


-Noelle


I was stupid, so very stupid to think that we could’ve gone further than we have. I felt used, and worse than that I felt like my mother truly was right about Royal, even if he gave me a glimpse of the person he was underneath all the glamour.

He was hurting, spiraling out of control, and I wanted to be the one person to anchor him to this world. To keep him sane when everything else was falling apart around him.

The look on his face when I told him I had never come before was burned into my memory. I thought he would’ve understood that I was a virgin when I told him that he was my first real kiss. Instead, it all seemed to blow up in my face. I hated that he thought I deserved better than what he could give me. I deserved whatever I felt I deserved, and that was not Royal’s choice to make.

The walls around me were crashing to the ground, crumbling with every single breath I took. I was suffocating in the aftermath of what happened. My mother destroyed my life, ripping me to pieces, and Royal picked up those pieces helping me put the puzzle called my life back together.