Playboy Princes (Royals of Arbon Academy, #2)(4)

“Fine,” he snapped, peeling my legs off from around him and moving to stand up.

My heart sank, and I thought for a moment he was actually leaving. But when he reached over his shoulder and whipped his top off in a smooth, very practiced move, I let out a small sigh of relief.

Holy ever-loving shit, a body like that should be illegal.

Rafe barely allowed me a moment to ogle his hot, tatted body before grabbing me by the ankles and flipping me over in a move that screamed of fight training. My bruised muscles protested the sudden movement, but I just groaned with anticipation.

“Is this what you want, Cinderella?” Rafe’s voice was deep and husky. Dirty. I was damn near gushing already. The distinctive rustle of fabric and slide of a zipper teased me, and I cursed him for denying me a look at his goods. “A quick, faceless hate fuck to wipe that Australasian prick from your mind?” His hands were on my ass, burning hot as he stroked over my flesh and teased at the flimsy lace of my thong.

“Yes,” I replied in a breathy moan, hitching my knees up underneath me and leaving zero doubts as to what I wanted from him.

His low chuckle sent shivers chasing down my spine, and I couldn’t help myself, I wiggled my behind in desperation. Not that he needed the encouragement. As he leaned closer, stroking a hand up my back to tangle in my messy, bloody braid, I could feel the heat and hardness of his own arousal against my ass.

“You think you can wash away the memory of his touch that easily? You think if I fuck you hard enough you’ll forget that you let a two-faced, murderous bastard defile your body?” His lips brushed my ear as he fucking growled those words at me. His voice was heavily threaded with anger, frustration, and hate. But it was also drenched in desire.

Unable to help myself, I turned my head a fraction. His grip on my hair was so tight I couldn’t manage to look back at him fully, but I pushed it enough that my scalp screamed protests and he could catch the arrogant smirk on my mouth. “Only if you do it right, Angel baby.”

The noise he made was barely even human. He’d snapped, and I was solely responsible.

Damn that felt good.

Rafe wasted no time with foreplay. Our whole snarky, combative exchange had been the best kind of foreplay for both of us, really. A sharp bite of pain at my hips alerted me to the demise of that particular thong, and before I could even suck in a breath of surprise, he was fully inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, panting as my pussy stretched at the sudden intrusion. The polite thing for him to do would have been to pause a moment, let me adjust a bit, but this was Rafe. We barely tolerated each other, we certainly didn’t like each other, and we gave zero fucks about being polite with one another.

He started moving almost instantly, fucking me hard enough that I couldn’t do anything but hold on and enjoy the ride. My fists tangled in the bedclothes, my breath came in harsh gasps, and my whole body vibrated with that delicious mixture of extreme pleasure and pain.

I was covered in cuts and bruises, aches from my debut in the underground fights, and Rafe wasn’t afraid to remind me of it. His hand slid up from my hip to press down on a particularly painful spot somewhere on my back, and I screamed.

“Well, Violence? Is this doing it for you?” He was taunting me, trying to get under my skin like I’d done to him. Foolish prince. He had no idea just how thick my skin really was.

I laughed a sexy, throaty sound and arched my back into his touch further. “It’s getting there.” I kind of loved that he insisted on calling me Violence. It felt truer to who I really was… not that I’d ever admit that to him.

He snarled a frustrated sound, and I grinned. Until he flicked open my bra clasp and palmed one of my breasts, that was. Then the smug smile dissolved, and I whimpered with desperate desire as he roughly manhandled my hard nipple.

Fuck. Holy fuck. How he knew what I wanted… how I wanted it…

“Oh shit,” I moaned aloud when his grip on my hair tightened, pulling my head back as he fucked me with fury. “Fuck, Rafe, I’m going to come.” I could feel it building with intense momentum, and I was beyond ecstatic to welcome it.

“Good,” he grunted. “Come for me, Vi. Come hard, all over my dick.”

I gritted my teeth, fighting for breath as the delicious, intoxicating sensations started rushing through me. “I wasn’t asking your permission, asshole,” I snapped back at him. “Just stating a fac—oh shit—a fact.” The end of that statement deteriorated into a moaning scream that seemed to go on for ages. Whatever. Like I cared what Rafe thought of me or my orgasm noises.

When I was done, my muscles like jelly and my cheek smooshed into the comforter, he laughed.

Bastard.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he taunted, gripping my hips with both hands now as he continued to move inside me. His motions were slower. Probably because my cunt was still pulsing and clenching so tight he was having a hard time freeing himself. “Let me guess, that pathetic boyfriend of yours only managed to make you come once?”

“Not my boyfriend,” I snarled back at him, turning my face far enough that I could glare death at the gorgeous creature who was buried balls deep inside me. “And if you think you can do better, please, be my guest.” Every damn word dripped with condescending challenge. It was how we operated.

A cruel smile slid across his face, and he barked a laugh.