Broken Kingdom (Royal Hearts Academy #4)(109)

I tug on the waistband of his boxers and his cock springs out, hard and ready for me. The sight of his thick, long dick with the naughty silver barbell running vertically through the tip makes my mouth water.

I wrap my fingers around his base and give the shiny pink head an opened-mouth kiss that has him hissing my name.

I should tease him the way he teased me, but my need for him is so consuming that I don’t want to waste another second.

I stretch my mouth over his wide crown, flicking my tongue against the barbell.

Leaning forward, he braces one hand on the boulder while the other threads through my hair. “Fuck yeah.”

I lick him from root to tip, savoring his taste before I relax my throat and suck him deeper.

“Fucking hell,” Oakley groans.

He’s so big I have to use my hand and jerk the part of him I can’t take.

“Yeah” His voice is a rough, almost painful scratch of control against pleasure. “Suck it just like that.”

Taking him deeper, I cup his balls, giving them a gentle tug.

“Fuck.” A long, pained groan rips from his chest. “Suck my balls.”

I love his uninhibited commands. The way he’s not afraid to ask for exactly what he wants.

Using my hand to pump his length in a steady rhythm, I move my mouth where he wants it, licking and sucking his weighty sack.

“Jesus Christ.” His face strains with pleasure as he stares down at me. “I want to fuck you.” The look in his eyes is pure temptation. “Now.”

Grunting, he hauls me up until I’m standing.

Then before I can blink, he presses me against the rock and slides his hands under my ass.

I look down at his throbbing cock. I want him inside me more than I want my next breath.

My pulse kicks up when he lines himself up with my entrance…

and then I hear it.

My phone chiming Stone’s ringtone.

Stone…my fiancé.

My mind reels, breaking off in a thousand different directions.

Until one sobering thought breaks through the haze.

I’m cheating on Stone.

Like my mom cheated on my dad.

I’m just like her.

I don’t even have to look at Oakley or tell him to stop for him to sense the disconnect between us.

And the cause of it.

Stepping back, he tucks his dick back into his jeans.

His features twist in anger as he places my engagement ring in the palm of my hand.

A lump clogs my throat. “I’m sorry.”

He averts his gaze, like he can’t bear the sight of me before he starts stalking toward the parking lot.

But I faintly hear him whisper the words, “Me too.”





Chapter 51





Bianca





It takes every ounce of willpower I have to unhinge myself from Oakley when he pulls up to my dorm.

Things aren’t awkward between us—because they never are—but there’s certainly tension in the air when I unstraddle his bike and hand him his helmet.

There are so many things I want to say, but it’s hard when I have all this guilt surrounding my heart.

I’m a certified cheater. There’s no getting around that.

But what’s worse than facing the cold, hard truth is the fact that I don’t regret it.

Yes, I regret hurting Stone—because I know how much this will kill him.

But I don’t regret what I did with Oakley.

Because he was my first choice.

And if the accident never happened and I never got amnesia…he would have been my only choice.

But life doesn’t always play fair.

Sometimes it throws you a monkey wrench that’s downright brutal.

Sometimes—no matter how much you don’t want to—you still end up hurting people you care about.

Hitching my purse up my shoulder, I palm the stubble on his cheek. “I don’t regret it.”

Oakley’s eyes close and he pulls me closer, engulfing me in his warmth.

I want to tell him I’m ending things with Stone for good. However, I’m so scared of being one of those girls who end one relationship and jump headfirst into another. Especially with someone who refuses to tell me things about our past.

No matter how right being with him feels.

“I’ll call you later.”

At the sound of my voice, his eyes snap open. The longing in them has my heart doing its best to pound right out of my chest.

Without warning, he grasps the back of my neck, hauling me even closer to him.

His kiss is desperate and a little messy, like he’s afraid he’ll never have the chance to do it again.

Like this is goodbye.

A jolt of panic floods my system because he left me once before and turned my life upside down in the process.

I’m afraid I won’t survive it if he does it again.

“Don’t leave me.”

“I promised you I wouldn’t.” His fingers lock around my jaw and he kisses me again, as if punctuating the sentiment. “I fucking meant it.”

I clutch the neck of his shirt. “Goo—”

I pause mid-sentence when I feel something solid. Curious, I tug the lanyard out of his shirt.

And stop breathing.