Page 40 of Royal Havoc

After he paid to gain the vote of the majority, Opal left town with her tail tucked between her legs, and Hendrix had no choice but to allow it.

Fucking coward.

Carney was a replacement. They called her agift. When really, she was nothing more than a useless toy for me to play with while I waited for the time to come when I could rectify the bullshit agreement Rowland made.

I’m the first of the new generation to turn eighteen. Next will be Gage, and the two others are jokes that don’t even attend Edge. So fuck what they have to say. It stung when I found out Zeke wouldn’t be sitting beside me.

He should have kicked Zoey’s ass out of the way and been born first.

When they were born, everyone scrambled because they’d never had a set of twins born into the Unity. From the stories I’ve heard, Zeke’s dad fought pretty hard. But, in the end,age won. Meaning, Zoey would be bonded with Gage. It’s all stupid bullshit. What really matters is the amount of money the families have. Gage is being forced to take Zoey’s last name, all because the Lusk’s bank account ranks higher than the Roth’s.

I’ve waited patiently, watching from a distance, listening to Hendrix's and my dad’s worthless excuses every time my patience started to wear thin. The toy I was given did nothing but infuriate me with the constant whining.

I’m not an idiot. My dick’s never touched that trap.

Being the King means you hear everything, so of course, I heard her ignorant plans of getting herself knocked up.

Trap with a capital T!

Which is why my hand is getting tired and my dick’s raw. I wouldn’t even let that idiot swallow. You can’t play pretend if you don’t have the goods to prove it.

Period!

Now that Onyx is back in my grasp, I’m done playing games.I should'vebeen theonlyone to touch her, which is why I’ll destroy anyone who eventhinksabout what’s mine.

For the record: that Franky guy screamed like a bitch.

She strolls towards me, her eyes challenging mine, close enough I can count the golden flecks glowing like tiny flames melting the caramel. The thought she thinks she’ll win proves her lack of knowledge is astounding.

“Leave. I’m tired of looking at your ugly face,” she hisses, ass swaying, waking up my dick, forcing it to pay attention as she saunters away from me. My mouth watering like a starved man, hungry for a taste of her wickedness.

Her dark hair trails down her back, begging my fingers to wrap around it. Two strides, and I reach her, fisting her soft strands before yanking her back until she falls against my chest.

“Let go,” she groans, pressing against the lead I’m sporting for her. “What are you doing?” she hisses angrily.

Licking the tiny bruises I marked her with earlier. “I think I like these. Maybe we should tattoo them so everyone knows who holds your leash,” I taunt beside her ear.

“Fuck you and your leash. I’m not a dog,” she growls.

My free hand slips gently up her side. “Such a pretty pet,” I rasp, biting her ear lobe.

She tries unsuccessfully to hide the breathy moan escaping her. “I’m not a possession.”

I walk her to her bed, stopping us at the end. “Knees. On the bed,” I order, smacking her ass into gear, ignoring her statement.

“Asshole,” she mumbles, crawling onto the mattress.

“Should I start there?”

“Fuck you,” she breathes.

“Not tonight,” I inform her, shoving her head down to the bed, which forces her ass into the air. With my free hand, I slide her pajama pants down, revealing her plump cheeks. And when I see she’s bare for me, a growl vibrates deep in my chest.

“Vex,” she gasps, fisting the comforter, shoving her glistening peach higher, begging to be tasted.

How quickly the Queen falls.

“Tell me what you want,” I order, tightening my hold on her.

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