Page 41 of Royal Havoc

“Fu —”

My thumb slips through her wetness, stifling her words. “I couldn’t hear that. Let’s try again. What do you want?” Rubbing circles over her swollen clit.

She wiggles under my grasp. “I can’t,” she whines softly.

I press harder, leaning down to take a bite of her heated skin. “You can,” I urge.

She shivers, spreading her knees as far as the stupid pants she’s wearing allow. “I hate you.” She shivers.

Removing my thumb before she can protest, I flatten my tongue, licking her from start to finish, savoring her sweet juicecoating my tongue. Jerking her by her hair until she’s on her knees again, twisting her neck so she’s forced to look up at me. I see her pupils are blown as she releases a shaky breath.

“Let’s play, little spade. No looking. No touching. Don’t even think about anyone but me. I am your world. I own every inch of you,” I warn, clearly laying out all the rules. “And,” I whisper, biting her bottom lip. “If you touch my pussy.” Cupping her in my hand. “I’ll chain you to this fucking bed and make you beg to cum.” Releasing her hair, shoving her away.

She races into the living room as I’m pulling on my hoodie. Something white flies past my face. “Get. Out!” she shouts, grabbing something else off the shelf beside her to hurl at my head.

I lean to the right, dodging whatever it is, and hear it crash against the floor. “Nice arm,” I tease, shaking my head at her flustered rage.

“Go choke on yourrules!” she yells, throwing a picture frame that shatters against the wall, inches from my face.

Twisting the doorknob, turning to steal one last look at her crazed beauty. Feeding off her anger. “I’ll pick you up in the morning at seven. Don’t make me wait.” Winking at her stunned face before slamming the door behind me, barely containing the laughter building inside me.

The King’s always six moves ahead.

twenty-one

Lessons Learned

Tulip: 2011 Age: 14

The wooden chair creaks as I shift, trying to get comfortable. I don’t like the way the straps squeeze my wrists and ankles.

“You broke Sasha’s nose,” Dr. Bolton informs me, sitting across the room from me, crossing his legs like a girl.

The strap around my tummy only lets me move my head. “Did you see the pretty red heart I drew?”

He nods, rubbing a hand over his mouth. “I did,” he answers. “Everyone saw what you did.”

“You’re mad. Your eyebrows look weird, which means I did something wrong,” I whisper, hiding the lump starting to clogmy throat. “You said I could play make-believe.” My tears make him look wobbly.

He uncrosses his legs, leaning forward. “I did, you’re right. Remember what I told you when we disposed of Hazel?” he asks, tilting his head waiting for me to answer.

“Good girls aren’t greedy,” I answer, happy he smiles.

He leans back, crossing his legs again, smoothing out his long white coat. “Patience, princess. Good girls who havepatiencealways get what they want. Bad girls who aregreedylose. Which is why you’re strapped to the chair,” he explains calmly.

“But she was being mean, trying to take what’s mine,” I whine, arguing my reason.

“What’s yours?”

“B, duh. Dark-haired people are awful. They always want to take what’s mine,” I explain, trying to hide the rage growing in my chest.

He watches me while he thinks for a moment. “This is new. I didn’t realize you felt this way towards people with dark hair.”

“If that means I hate them, then the answer is yes,” I answer, giving him my truth.

He nods slowly, studying me. After taking a deep breath. “You ruined my surprise.”

“No,” I whine, shaking my head. “May I please get out of the chair? I’ll be good, promise,” I beg, tears filling my eyes again as I pull at the restraints. “It’s my birthday,” I plead sadly.

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