Broken Kingdom (Royal Hearts Academy #4)(41)

Shooting me a seductive smile of her own, she utters, “Very true.”

A moment later she stretches her mouth around the head of my dick.

However, that’s not what grabs my attention.

That would be the petite figure I spot through the crack in the door.

Bianca.

Wearing a tiny white t-shirt and lacy panties, baby Satan’s glaring daggers at me…watching my every move like the little stalker she is.

But it’s the naughty look in her eyes—the one daring me to continue—that turns my dick to steel.

Grabbing the back of the girl’s head, I urge her to take me deeper.

I groan when she does, but it has nothing to do with her.

It’s the defiant way Bianca’s holding my gaze the entire time. Taunting me.

Goddammit. I’m sick and tired of her shit.

“Stop,” I bark.

The girl jerks in surprise, her movements coming to a halt. “What’s wrong?”

I dig my wallet out and toss her some cash for a cab. “You need to leave.”

Bianca shoots me a nefarious smile before she disappears.

Anger mixed with unwanted lust floods my veins.

This isn’t over, baby girl.

Not by a long fucking shot.

The blonde is understandably offended. “Are you serious?”

Tucking my dick back into my jeans, I stand. “Yes.”

And then I brush past her.

Because it’s time to teach the little wicked princess a lesson.

One she won’t forget.





Chapter 18





Bianca





Past…





I’m not mad.

I’m fucking furious.

The fact that Oakley would bring another girl into my home so she could suck him off is…

Jealousy moves through me like a boulder rolling downhill as I march back into my room.

For a minute I debate turning around, grabbing the bitch by her hair, and personally tossing her out on her ass, but before I can, my bedroom door swings open and Oakley strides inside.

“What the hell do you want?”

Eyes narrowed, Oakley slams my door. “Did you enjoy the show?”

I tell him the truth.

“Her technique could use a little work.”

That only makes him more irate. “That so?” Grimacing, he takes a step forward. “Then why don’t you show me.”

It’s safe to say I’m effectively thrown. “You want me to show you the right way to get your dick sucked?” My smile is all teeth. “Sorry, sweetie. I don’t do sloppy seconds.”

Not even for him.

“No.” He takes another step, closing the distance between us. “I want you to show me how much you want me.”

I swallow hard, not understanding what he means. “Wh—”

My breath hitches when he grips my t-shirt between his fingers. “Take this off.” His other hand curls around my hip. A hungry, desperate feeling rolls through me when he drags the pad of his thumb along the lace of my panties and his voice drops to a ragged whisper. “These, too.”

To say I’m shocked would be an understatement.

I decide to call his bluff anyway.

Finding the hem of my t-shirt, I whip it over my head and toss it on the floor.

Given I’m not wearing a bra, he gets a full view of everything.

Including my nipples which are hard enough to cut glass.

“Like what you see?” I taunt when his eyes drop to my tits and I see his Adam’s apple bob.

“Get on the bed.” His voice is rough, almost pained. “Now.”

My heart beats like a drum as I sit on the mattress. “Anything else you want?”

“Yeah.” Heat snakes down my body as he stalks toward me. “Take off those fucking panties.”

Licking my lips, I peer up at him. “Make me.”

In one fell swoop, his hands wrap around my ankles and he tugs hard, forcing me onto my back.

Whatever retort I had dies in my throat when Oakley kneels between my parted thighs and proceeds to pull down my thong...

With his teeth.

I want to pinch myself to make sure I’m not hallucinating because the sight of Oakley on his knees with my panties hanging from his mouth is so fucking hot, I’m surprised we both don’t burst into flames.

His warm breath gusts between my legs as he sinks his teeth into my inner thigh. “Touch yourself.” I shiver when he sucks the tender skin into his mouth hard enough to leave a mark. “Show me how wet you are for me.”

I should turn him down. Tell him to go find the girl he brought home to fuck…but I can’t.

Because even the strongest girls surrender for the right boy.

My belly clenches as I dip a finger inside my pussy, gathering the moisture on my fingers. I’m so wet it’s almost embarrassing, but the hungry look in Oakley’s eyes makes it worth it.

Goose bumps break out along my flesh when I remove my now glistening finger and he wraps his mouth around it, licking up my wetness.

The deep, satisfied groan he emits has my insides coiling with desire.

“I need more of that.” Blood whooshes in my ears when he dips his head and grunts, “Spread your pussy for me, baby girl.”