Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance #2)(51)

As soon as I crossed the threshold into my bedroom I slammed the door and locked it. There were so many different emotions swarming me that I didn’t know which ones to reach out and hold onto. I stood in my bra and panties, staring at the items in my bedroom. The beautiful four-post white bed, the six-drawer dresser, and the numerous knick-knacks that lined the walls along with photos that I didn’t really care for. It was all a mask of fakeness that coated my entire life in a lie.

A lie that I wanted to destroy with the snap of my fingers. Royal was right about one thing. The way I was living my life wasn’t the way that I wanted to be living it.

Somewhere inside my head a switch flipped. I couldn’t end the fake scheme that my mother set fourth for others to see, but I could ruin the facade that she laid out before me. I was done being her puppet, her little doll that moved on her command. Gritting my teeth, I went over to my dresser and ripped out a pair of jeans and t-shirt slipping them on.

Then I grabbed my cell hitting Jordan’s name on the screen. The ringing tone sounded on the other end, and then she answered.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“I need out. Meet me at the falls with a bottle of Jack in ten-minutes tops. I have a sick desire to f*ck shit up tonight.” I didn’t give her the chance to ask questions, nor did I let her respond even with a yes or no. I simply hung up, grabbing a bag from my closet so I could shove my shit in it.

There was no way I could stay in this f*cking house with Royal and not be lying in bed next to him at night. Maybe that’s why my mom hated him so much. He was technically my stepbrother, and if I slept with him then I was messing up her perfect little picture.

I placed the clothing and other items in the bag. My hand gripped the door handle as I pulled it open. Royal’s handsome face was on the other side of the door forcing me to stop and acknowledge him. His eyes scanned over my body and then to the bag in my hands.

“Where the f*ck do you think you’re going?” He demanded that I answer, but I didn’t have to. I didn’t have to answer to anyone, especially someone that told me not even twenty minutes ago to walk away from him. That I was too good for someone like him.

“Out. I wasn’t aware I needed your permission.” I snarled my lip at him. The bullshit was so deep in this house. I was drowning. Every second I stayed inside this place was another second that pushed me closer to the edge.

“You don’t, but you of all people should know that I’m not just going to let you up and leave, not after what just happened between us.” He shoved himself into my space. I couldn’t handle his body being so close to mine. I retreated with a step back, and he could tell I was uncomfortable with his presence.

“What happened between us was a mistake, an error on my part. I thought you were sending signals that said f*ck me, when clearly you weren’t.” I was being a smart ass.

“Oh, you want to play this game,” he mocked with laughter.

“I’m the prick for being a gentleman and not f*cking you like a savage after just finding out you’re a virgin? Come on, I know you can come up with something better to be pissed off about, because that’s not even a legit reason.”

Frustration marred his face. I wasn’t going to let him have the upper hand. Not now, and not ever again. It wasn’t the fact that he was a gentleman that hurt me. It was how he pushed me away after everything that happened.

“It’s not the fact that you wanted to be considerate to me being a virgin. It’s the fact that you finger f*cked me and then all but f*cking told me to get the hell out of your bathroom that hurt me. It’s the fact that I’m suffocating in this f*cking house, and I went to you because I thought you would understand.” I scoffed at him, slamming my chest into his. “Clearly I was wrong about everything.” I pulled away, pushing past him and into the hall. His hand reached out gripping my arm in a harsh hold, his fingers digging into my flesh. A spark of excitement filled my belly as he held me in place.

“There isn’t a f*cking piece of me that doesn’t want to f*ck the hell out of you, Noelle, but even I know that you aren’t ready for what I have to offer.” It was as if he was trying to convince himself of that and not me.

“You don’t know what I can or can’t handle, and you won’t ever get to know now that you have pushed me away. Now let go of me, because I have a bottle of Jack Daniels waiting for me, and who knows whatever else I can find.” I pulled my arm away from him causing him to grip my flesh harder. The digging of his fingers into my soft flesh turned me on; the pain and pleasure coursing throughout my body mixed together in an explosive way.

“Don’t do anything stupid, because if I find out you gave yourself to someone else it won’t end pretty for him. Your * is mine. It has been since you told me I was your first kiss, and since the moment you looked at me in that f*cking bathroom and said that you’ve never come before. It’s mine, and it will be claimed by my cock when the time is right. Do you understand me?”

My mouth grew dry. His words alone were lighting my body on fire.

Not again, Noelle. Don’t let him win this time.

I straightened my shoulders and shrugged off his hold.

“It’s not yours until you claim it, Royal, and I already gave you that chance so I guess we will see what happens tonight.” I couldn’t give him a chance to respond because I knew I would be too weak to say no to him. There was no way I could resist Royal. He was a drug that I wanted more than anything else. I was an addict for his love, and I haven’t even had a taste of it yet.