Playboy Princes (Royals of Arbon Academy, #2)(44)

As I cried out against his lips, he stiffened in surprise, like he hadn’t expected me to come so quickly.

Before he could respond, I wrenched my mouth back and stepped away so his hand fell from my skirt, then I took off down the hall.

“What the fuck, Cinderella,” he growled, his voice fading as I exited the secret tunnel and sprinted to my door, sliding inside in the next few seconds.

Take that, you fucking asshole.

Violet: One

Rafe: Zero

It was fun to count orgasms, especially when I was in front.





Chapter 18





“This is wrong,” I groaned into my pillow, mind full of angsty shit.

Mattie laughed so hard I had to lift my head and glare at her. “Girl, I think you mean it’s so right. There’s literally no other way to describe it. You’re fucking with two of the most powerful, hottest princes in the world. I mean, you should be patting yourself on the back.”

I glared at her, hugging that same pillow to me. “But I don’t want to be stuck between them like this. I mean, how do I know what to do? What am I doing? I’m still messed up from Alex, and the last thing I need is more complicated dudes in my life.” I shook my head. “No, not dudes. Princes. Two fucking princes and all their baggage in my life.”

Rafe and Jordan were the perfect distraction, but a few things about this situation didn’t sit right with me. Firstly, both of them were “engaged,” yeah, sure, it was in name only and no one seemed to care, but it was a thing for me. Secondly, there was no way a commoner like me would end up as one of their princesses, so was this all pointless? A waste of time?

Was I going to get my heart really broken this time? I mean, Alex had bruised it, for sure, but I was starting to see that our relationship had been superficial.

Rafe and Jordan, though, there was something deeper there.

“Just have some fun,” Mattie said to me. “None of us know what tomorrow brings, so why don’t you just enjoy the sex and attention and worry about the rest later?”

Easy for her to say. “I’m not sure I can keep my heart separated,” I admitted. “I mean, not that Rafe has indicated I’m anything except an annoying gnat in his life, but…”

I groaned again. I actually had no idea what I was saying.

Mattie threw a small cushion at me, shaking her head.

“You need to get out of your own head, girl.”

I snorted. “Wish I could.”

Fuck. I really wished I could.





There was no one on the running track a few days later, and I took full advantage, pushing myself harder and faster than I had in a long time. My muscles enjoyed the stretch and strain, and I was happy to feel some flexibility and strength return after too long without exercise.

I moved on to the bag next, hitting it hard and fast, taking out my frustration on something that couldn’t fight back. It was less than satisfying.

When I’d been punching the bag for an hour, muscles fatigued as fuck, my palm reader buzzed. Glancing down, sweat pouring off me, I stopped what I was doing to focus on the message.

Angel: Fight tonight. 9 P.M. Don’t be late, Cinderella.

The buzz of adrenaline almost knocked me to my knees. My exhausted knees.

“Shit,” I muttered. I never would have worked myself so hard if I’d known that fight was tonight, but... it’d be fine. I’d skip out on my afternoon classes, have a nap, and by tonight I’d be good as new.

I’ll be there.

I messaged him back, and then I went to get myself ready.

A shower followed by sleep was the exact ticket I needed, and by the time 8 P.M rocked around, I was more than ready. The purple outfit slid on like a second skin, my mask and wakizashi blade the final touches. I didn't bother to cover my blond hair. I hadn’t last time either, and judging by the way I was being treated by some students and staff, those who knew about the fights knew exactly who Violence was.

At 8.30 P.M a knock sounded at my door, and I opened it to find three black-clad, mask-wearing, mysterious and sexy dudes standing there.

I mean, not so mysterious because I would know Jordan, Nolan, and Rafe anywhere. I almost couldn't believe I’d mistaken Rafe for anyone else the first time. Their eyes were each distinct, and I needed to up my observation game if I wanted to stay alive in this new world.

“Ready?” Nolan asked, sounding uncharacteristically somber. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Jordan nodded at that like he wished I’d reconsider. Neither of them truly understood, and that was okay. I got other things out of my relationships with them. But Rafe, he got it.

“Don’t baby her. She doesn’t need it, and she could kick both of your asses,” he growled.

I eyed the impressive physiques of all three and wondered if I could take them all. I wasn’t stupidly overconfident; I knew I had weaknesses that could be manipulated if someone studied my moves, but I was fairly certain not many fighters tonight would have the years of training and discipline I did. And none of them had had my sensei as their teacher. He was always my secret weapon.

“Let’s do this,” I murmured, stepping out with nothing more than my Violence persona and the key to my door, tucked into a small pocket on the edge of my outfit. Jordan stopped me, though, before I got it properly secured.