Royal is a prick.
A sexy as hell prick.
The I need and want to screw you right now kind of prick.
The arrogant, I can do and f*ck whoever I want to type.
He’s so self-entitled that I want to punch him in the face, yet kiss him at the same time.
I hate him but at the same time, still want him.
A darkness surrounds him. He has secerts. For instance where he sneaks off to almost every night.
He’ll break my heart and my headboard if let him.
I wanted Royal, but could I handle his darkness?
Copyright J.L. Beck 2016
“You almost killed him Royal.” Sasha punched Royal in the arm, forcing him to turn his black orbs on her. I could tell the person she knew him as, was gone. In its place was a cold, heartless man.
“Good.” He scoffed brushing her away so he could rip off his shirt that was covered it grass, blood, and dirt. I stood there in awe, and terror of what I had just seen and what would happen next. Then the darkness in his eyes turned on me and I did the one and only thing I knew I could do.
I ran. I hauled ass to my jeep, by passing Jordan, and everyone else. She would be okay. It was me who wouldn’t be if I didn’t get the hell out of here right this second. My breaths came out in pants, as I ran to my jeep. I could hear heavy footfalls behind me but couldn’t stop not even for a second to look and see who it was that was following me.
“Go ahead run from me Noelle. Just know that when you get home I’ll be there waiting for you.” I stopped my body landing against the hood of my jeep as I shoved my hand into my front pocket trying to grab my keys. I shouldn’t have chosen the tightest pair of shorts I had.
“Come on princess, I thought you wanted to see me at my worst…” His voice was growing closer. The tone of his voice sent shivers down my spine and made my insides curl. Just as my fingers touched the cold metal of my keys I felt hot breath at the back of my neck. I stopped wiggling, hell I probably stopped breathing too.
“Is it true? What you said back there about not being mine?” There was so much deepness to his voice, the words he spoke vibrated against my skin as he skimmed his lips across the side of my throat. A quiver wracked my body. This wasn’t happening, not after everything that we had fought against.
“It is true.” The words came out in little puffs. I could feel the air around us change it grew hot, electrically charged, like that of the air during a summer nights thunderstorm.
“Don’t lie to me Noelle.” He growled, one of his fists coming out of nowhere and landing harshly against the car door. His whole body was covering me, crowding me, cornering me.
“It’s not a lie.” I was done fighting. Everything he did to Dom tonight was not needed not one single thing. I wasn’t his. To him I was just a brat a spoiled fucking brat. I didn’t know pain. Not like he did. I whirled around, coming face to face with the beast inside of him. I couldn’t look away as the darkness in his eyes ate at the good inside of me. I wanted him. I wanted him so fucking bad.
“You’re right, it’s not a lie. I want you too I want you bad enough that I would break the law for you. I would put myself in danger again just for you.” His words were harsh.
“I don’t need you too do anything for me…” His hand shot out, his pointer finger landing against my cold lips, all but telling me to be quiet. I could see the danger, it was right there, just like the trigger on a gun waiting to be pulled.
“For you Noelle I will do anything… There is no limit to the lengths I will go.” I was once again in a trance the power he had over me was overwhelming. I wanted to tell him no a million times over, there was no future, no nothing for either one of us. He was my stepbrother it was wrong, forbidden, dirty to have feelings for him. Wasn’t it?
“This can’t happen Royal. We can’t do this.” Somehow I got the words I wanted to say out. I casted my eyes down to the grass covered ground. If I looked into his eyes any longer I knew I would give in to whatever it was that he wanted.
Rough fingers touched my chin, forcing my eyes to come back up to his. My heart throbbed in my chest, and my body shook with desires I wasn’t even aware of. This was a dangerous game we were playing, one that could end with one or both of us hurt.
“I just want this…” The rest of his words were lost as he placed his warm lips against mine. The taste of blood overwhelmed me, and then it was as if nothing else mattered. The fight between him and Dom didn’t matter Sasha didn’t, my mom, his dad, nothing but us mattered in that one fraction of a second. Everything changed with the impact of that kiss. My knees bowed, and my body warmed all over. Pulses of pleasure filled my abdomen. I was melting into his touch, my nails digging into the muscles of his chest. A moan slipped out between my lips, and Royal was right there swallow up my small cries of pleasure from his lips.
I wanted him. No, I needed him. I needed that kiss like I needed air in my lungs. His lips devoured mine, his tongue slowly slipping into my mouth. Our tongues mingled together, the pleasure in my belly swirling around and around. I could no longer see what was up or down. I collapsed against the door of my car, Royal’s strong arms being the only thing that held me up. He continued his assault on my mouth and I let him.