Broken Kingdom (Royal Hearts Academy #4)(14)

I almost fucked my best friends’ baby sister.

For fuck’s sake. She’s barely sixteen.

Grabbing my hoodie off the bed, I cover the erection poking through my boxers and turn on the light on the nightstand.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Bianca has the audacity to look offended as she throws the covers off, revealing the hot pink panties and bra barely covering her banging body.

Goddammit.

Biting my knuckle, I reach over and turn off the light, forcing my dick not to react to the sight of her.

Cute cuddly puppies and ugly nuns.

The stubborn brat flicks the light back on. “I live here, remember?”

“No,” I remind her, pointing to my front door. “You live out there.”

Actually, I’m pretty certain she resides in hell, but that’s beside the point.

I pay rent—not much, but it’s something—to live in her father’s guesthouse.

Not to be seduced by minors wearing hot pink panties that I want to tear off with my teeth.

Goddammit. Cute cuddly puppies and ugly nuns.

It’s bad enough I have to watch her go for her swims in her little bikinis every morning before she runs off to school, but sneaking into my bed in the middle of the night?

I never thought Bianca would do me dirty like that.

My dick throbs with need. Shit. Bad choice of words.

That’s when it dawns on me.

Bianca doesn’t do shit like this for no reason. There’s always a motive behind it.

Despite myself, I give her the benefit of the doubt because she’s never fucked with me before. Not like this.

“What kind of trouble are you in?”

She looks at me like I’ve sprouted another head. “Trouble? Why—”

“Because you’re blackmailing me.”

She blinks, like she doesn’t understand what I’m implying, before her lips twist into a malicious scowl. “Wow.” Slowly, she starts crawling over the bed, heading straight for me. “That’s what you really think?”

I grind my molars so hard I’m surprised they don’t turn to dust. “I know you, remember?”

“You’re right.” Before I can stop her, she runs her pink talons down my stomach. “But you’re forgetting something.”

Smacking her hand out of the way, I growl, “What’s that?”

She climbs out of my bed, backing me into the wall behind me. “You kissed me.” Irritation prickles my neck when her hand makes its way down my stomach again. “And by the looks of things, it appears you were enjoying our little make-out session. A lot.”

“You’re right…I was.” I wrap my hand around her wrist, halting her right before she grabs my junk. “Because I thought you were Hayley.”

I have no idea what to make of the expression on her face.

I can’t tell if she’s pissed, or genuinely hurt.

Who the fuck am I kidding? There’s a reason I dub her baby Satan.

Her gorgeous looks are every bit as lethal as she is.

Nothing about this wicked witch is genuine.

The sharp sting of her palm slapping my cheek has me biting back a groan.

Jace once joked that crazy bitches turned me on, and he wasn’t wrong. However, even I have my limits.

I’m about to tell her to leave, but like an animal that’s found its prey she rises on her tiptoes and slams her mouth against mine.

A second later the snake flicks her tongue.

I quickly come to my senses and push her away.

A little too hard because she falls back onto the bed.

The heated stare she gives me has me contemplating if it’s worth ruining my friendship with Jace and Cole.

Shitballs.

The fact that she would even put me in this position to begin with is fucked.

She knows I consider Jace and Cole my brothers. My family.

The little manipulating succubus.

Rage fills my veins as I tug her off the bed. “Get the fuck out.”

In the back of my mind, I know I’m probably being too rough with her, but she provoked the beast.

“You started it,” she seethes as I wrench her toward the door.

Under false pretenses.

“That may be true.” I twist the knob and push her outside. “But right now, I’m fucking ending it.”

For good.

I find her t-shirt near my front door and toss it at her. “Leave. Now.”

Her lower lip trembles. Damn, she’s good.

Just like my mother, Bianca wears her manipulating, scheming, vindictive traits like a crown of jewels and I want no part of it.

“Oakley—”

“Pull this shit again and I’ll tell Jace and Cole.”

It’s an idle threat. I might be an honorary member of their family, but I’m not blood. Bianca has them both wrapped around her little finger and I know they’ll believe whatever version of events she decides to give them.

Tonight might earn me an ass-kicking but it won’t destroy our friendship because I didn’t do anything with her intentionally.

I never would. Not even with my worst enemy’s dick.

“Goddammit, Bianca. What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” Disgust rolls through me. “You have no right sneaking into grown men’s beds in the middle of the night.” I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Do you have any idea what I would have done to you?”