Broken Kingdom (Royal Hearts Academy #4)(42)

Oh, God. I’m so turned on I can barely see straight.

I need his mouth on me more than I need my next breath.

With shaky fingers I do what he asks, feeling more exposed than I’ve ever felt in my whole life.

His lips hover above the spot I need him…so close yet so far away. “You want my mouth on your pretty cunt.”

I nod.

His eyes darken. “Then beg for it.”

We’re far past the point of playing games, so I concede. “Please.”

The corner of his mouth curls. “Please what?”

“Lick my pussy.” I suck in a sharp breath when he kisses my pubic bone. “Make me come, Oakley.”

Shooting me a punishing smirk, he spits on my exposed flesh.

Then he stands.

“Hard pass.” Pure wrath swims in his blue orbs. “I’d rather chop off my motherfucking dick then ever touch your nasty snatch.”

My heart stops as it becomes painfully clear this was nothing but a cruel joke.

There’s a shit-eating grin on his face as he heads for the door and it only digs the knife in deeper.

Despite the way we manage to get under each other’s skin…I honestly thought he cared about me.

But he doesn’t.

Hell, he downright hates me.

Expelling a breath that hurts, I press my hand to my heart.

I can physically feel what little is left of the organ breaking.

“I’m nothing more than a punchline to you,” I whisper, my voice cracking as I get off the bed. “A nasty snatch you can taunt and spit on before you toss it aside.”

Back turned to me, Oakley freezes.

I feel so vulnerable, so defenseless.

He filleted me wide open for his enjoyment then left me to bleed out.

Tears clogging my vision, I continue. “You’re the only one who sees me—the only one in the world who actually gets me—and that’s what you think of me?” I pound on my chest. “I might be flawed and fucked-up, but I’m still a person, Oakley. A person with feelings. Feelings that are hurt because the guy she cares about—the guy she would do anything for— thinks she’s garbage and hates—”

“I don’t hate you,” he says gruffly.

I’m about to tell him to stop lying because it’s obvious he does, but I don’t have the chance…because he spins and crashes his mouth against mine.

Our kiss is the equivalent of fire meeting gasoline…destroying everything around us as he slowly—meticulously—fucks my mouth with his.

I try to breathe, but it’s useless because he’s siphoning every ounce of oxygen from my body…stealing my heart and soul with every sensual brush of his lips and desperate slide of his tongue.

Groaning, he snakes his hand between us, cupping me where I’m still wet and aching. “Jesus.”

He eases me back onto the bed, his thumbs grazing my ribcage as his mouth descends down my body.

“Don’t tease me again,” I plead because I honestly don’t think I can take it.

He presses a gentle kiss to my hip while I open for him. “No more teasing.” His hot and hungry gaze lingers on my pussy as he glides his knuckle down my slit. “So fucking pretty.”

The first stroke of his tongue is so sudden—so greedy—I jolt and nearly fall off the bed.

His hands press down on my open thighs, pinning me to the mattress as he feasts on me like a man deprived of food.

My body tightens like a fist when he latches on to my clit, suckling and pulling the sensitive bud with a cadence that has me pulsing violently underneath him.

I dig my nails into his scalp as ripples of pleasure shoot through me like tiny fireworks. “Oh, God.”

His gaze darkens as he peers up at me. “Look at me when you come.”

It’s the only warning I get before he attacks my clit, finding a rhythm that has my thighs quivering and my mind spinning.

My orgasm is so fast, so powerful, it robs me of breath and sends everything around me spiraling. A strangled, broken sound leaves me as I stare down at him while he draws every drop of pleasure from my body like a dedicated musician playing his favorite instrument.

Emotion clogs in my throat. There was no hiding from Oakley—no withdrawing—no escaping.

He took and I gave.

The sound of him lowering his zipper buzzes in my ears.

And then he’s hovering above me, the tip of his dick nudging my entrance. “I want to fuck you.”

Nerves bunch in my belly as I debate whether or not I should tell him.

But that’s stupid I soon realize because of course I have to tell him.

There’s no way he won’t know.

I start to speak…but something strange passes in his gaze.

“You’re not…” His expression twists in confusion, as though I’m a puzzle he’s trying to work out, but can’t. “Bianca, are you a virgin?”

I can’t lie to him.

“A little,” I whisper.

Closing his eyes, he drops his head.

“It’s not a big deal,” I say quickly.

I want it to be him.

It needs to be him.

Blowing out a breath, he cups my cheek. “You were right before. I do see you.” Before I can stop him, he eases off me. “And you deserve more than this.”