Page 53 of Royal Havoc

Side note - liquor lenses are a thing. Case in point, I’m pretty sure ol’ Bo is missing a tooth and one eyebrow. But tequila’s a lying bitch.

Out of nowhere, I flinch when something wet hits the side of my face. “Touch her again, and I’ll break more than your fucking nose,” Vex leans over Bo’s bloody face on the ground, shouting.

Everything happens so quickly my brain forgets to register, leaving me with a gaping hole in my memory.

“Fuck!” I shriek, choking on the icy water hitting my face. “St —” Coughing until my stomach aches, hands blindly clawing at skin.

“We’re just getting started,” Vex growls, holding me under the icy shower spray.

My foot connects with his leg, hands slapping at his face. “Let me go!” I scream, practically drowning and shivering uncontrollably.

Finally, the water shuts off, and a towel hits my face. “Dry off,” he orders, stomping from the bathroom.

My teeth chatter hard enough, my jaw turns sore, and my hands fumble to strip off the wet clothes clinging to my drenched body. Makeup streaks cover my face while water droplets roll from my hair — dark spots start to leave my brain.

My muscles tense from the shivering, turning walking into a challenge. “Yo-you. Bro-broke. Th-that. Guys. No-nose,” I manage to force out, hugging the towel to my freezing skin.

“He’s lucky I didn’t bury him,” Vex grits, carrying clothes from my closet.

Reminding me I’m only in a towel. “Turn around,” I order hatefully.

“I’m not letting your conniving ass out of my sight.”

A wave of nausea crashes in my belly, but I force it away, watching him yank his wet shirt over his head. Suddenly, I’m an addict confessing my sins.

Yes, Lord, I’ve sinned. My lady bits only twitched a little. Give me the strength to ignore this sweet baby demon! I will not cave! I will not cave.

He grabs my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “Pouting’s pathetic,” he rasps, squeezing my face until my lips pucker.

My skin burns with rage, killing the shivers instantly as I smack his hand away. “You want to talk about pathetic?Stalkersare pathetic,” I spit, shoving his tattoo-covered chest.

His eyes fall to my tits when the towel comes loose, putting my goods on display.

Yes! I have nipples. They’re pierced. Pick your eyeballs up, baby demon… shit, I forgot, who’s pathetic?!?!

I charge around him, no longer needing the thick hoodie and sweats he’s holding. In a flash, I’m dressed in a cotton tank and matching short set.

He chuckles when he sees me. “Is that Oscar the Grouch?”

Glancing down at the tiny green faces covering my pj’s. “Go to hell!” I yell, marching past him suddenly in desperate need of water.

I stagger through the cottage, hating the darkness engulfing me. I need to remember to leave a light on, but I’m thankful for the moon's rays streaking the kitchen.

I stop at the island to catch my breath while I open the bottle. Vex steps behind me, caging me against the granite. His fist captures my wet hair, forcing my head down.

I turn, cheek smashed on the hard surface. “Get off,” I hiss, squeezing the edge of the counter, searching for some kind of leverage to push him off me.

He leans over me, pressing his boner against my ass. “Patience, little spade. You’ll be screaming soon enough,” he promises, setting my phone beside my face. “Tell Daddy his precious little girl is safe.”

Hearing him call my sperm donor that sets me off. “Fuck you, Vex!” I spit, fighting him, trying my hardest to get away.

He licks my cheek. “I’ve got other plans,” he warns, tapping the screen. “Be a good queen, and I’ll let you cum.”

“Onyx?” Hendrix answers on the first ring. “Where are you?”

“Resting on my counter,” I answer half truthfully.

“You’re in the cottage?” he counters quickly.

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