Vicious Prince (Royal Elite #5)(47)

My lips curve in a smile before I can stop it. He has a way of making you feel like you’re there with him. I can absolutely imagine him being a bastard about what happened with Cole, but it’s not like he’s innocent in the whole thing.

The following text came soon after.

Ronan: What’s with all the purging Knox mentioned? What are you doing? I just confirmed that the fucker Agnus is with Ethan at the company or I would’ve cut a bitch. You’re not at the club either. That’s a good save, for your sake, not mine. Why do you need to purge? And I can’t stress this enough, but fucking answer me.

I bite my lower lip, my heart beating fast and loud. I can’t believe Knox told him that. It’s supposed to be our secret. Why does everyone think Ronan is good to be privy to my life?

Myself included, because even now, I’m tempted to reply to that text and come clean about all the shit I think about when I’m in this mental state.

He has that effect on me, Ronan, the type where I want to bare myself and just be out there with him.

Which is the worst thing that could happen to someone like me with someone like him.

I might have snagged this arranged marriage, might have fought tooth and nail for it, but the truth remains: he’s an earl’s son.

I’m a prostitute’s offspring.

A few hours later, at night, another text comes from him.

Ronan: You’re infuriating — has anyone ever told you that? You’re so infuriating it’s on another level. You’re so infuriating I’m tempted to do shit to you. But I don’t have you here with me, so I’m rubbing one out in your honour, ma belle. I’m jerking off to the memory of your lips wrapped around my dick as I fucked your face like the other time. When I see you again, I’m fucking you whole.

My mouth hangs open and the cold air forms goosebumps on my skin. I can’t fight away the image of Ronan masturbating, and not only masturbating, but masturbating for me.

When did I become such a fan of male masturbation? And not any male — him.

Another text came this morning.

Ronan: I didn’t sleep because of you. Happy now? I’m not. Happy, I mean. Lars isn’t happy either because I made him stay up all night listening to me spouting rubbish. He’s writing about me in his little black book and hid my stash of weed. No more weed for me at home. It’s all because of you, belle. I’m going to take it out on your pussy the next time I see you, which better be in the first class of the day at school.

An hour later.

Ronan: You’re not here. Why aren’t you here? And why do Elsa and Knox think it’s fine that you’re purging or what-the-fuck-ever? You better answer me or I swear to fucking God…

Ronan: Okay, that sounded threatening. I don’t want to threaten you, but I fucking will if I have to.

Ronan: That text didn’t help my case, but fuck it. If no one told you, I don’t stop, so I’ll search and find you, and yes, that sounds stalkerish, but fuck it again. I’m finding you and punishing you.

I scroll to the next text as if my hands are on fire. Reading the progress from angry to pleading and back to angry touches something inside me. It’s a feather-light touch, but it’s deep and raw and all I want is more.

The next text is a few hours later.

Ronan: Okay, fine. I shouldn’t have threatened that stunt with Claire and her friend. I don’t even know her name. I think I fucked her once, but if I don’t remember her name, she’s clearly forgettable. Anyway, that’s not the point. I never planned to go through with it. The sex part, I mean. I wanted you to come clean, so how about you do that, and then I’ll fuck this whole messed-up day out of our memories?

I narrow my eyes. If he doesn’t remember Claire’s friend’s name but remembers Claire’s, does that mean she’s a memorable fuck?

Damn. I can’t believe that’s the only thing that remained in my mind after that entire text.

Ronan: I visited your house again. Agnus was there. I threw his phone in the rubbish bin. Knox told me I’m being childish, and I told him to fuck off. (Btw, I burned Cole’s newest book toy yesterday too. I had two accomplishments in less than twenty-four hours.) If you didn’t look at Agnus with those damn smiley eyes, I could’ve spared his phone, but oh well, RIP phone. What do you see in that creep anyway? Elsa says he’s a psychopath, like a real one who manipulates people and has no emotions.

Ronan: Wait…is that your type? Is that why you were with Cole? Come on, pick a type — daddy kink or psycho kink.

Ronan: I’m better than both. Just saying.

I laugh out loud then hide the sound with the back of my hand. He’s an anomaly. A serious one.

And he’s the only one who makes me laugh even when he doesn’t intend to.

The next text came two hours ago.

Ronan: It’s been exactly twenty-four hours since you disappeared on me. Congrats on the ghosting effort, but it’ll come to an end. I’m going to hire a PI and even the MI6 to find you. Brace yourself.

His last two texts came an hour ago.

Ronan: I’m at the Meet Up and I kicked everyone out to smoke weed and think about you in peace. I miss you and I’m going to fuck you when I find you, my crazy belle. Oh, and my calls have started with the PI. I’m going to convince Ethan to file a missing person report. You’re going down.