Page 54 of Royal Havoc

“Curfew’s eleven. Remember?” I throw out sarcastically, hating both men who are suffocating my life at the moment.

“Why did you miss dinner?”

“I’m going to bed,” I deadpan over his line of questioning. He’s lucky Vex forced me to call him because I wouldn’t have.

Vex’s taps the screen, then I feel his hand rub down my spine, stopping at the top of my shorts. “Such a good little queen,” he praises above me, hand slipping under the waistband of my shorts. “Do you want me to stop?”

Butterflies spiral in my belly, sending flutters to my core. “No,” I answer hatefully, silently begging him for more.

He presses against me, a finger tracing the line between my cheeks. “Tell me what you want,” he orders, roughly shoving down my shorts.

“I can’t,” I gasp, pressing back, wanting more of his touch.

The sting from his smack vibrates over me, igniting a blazing trail straight to my throbbing button, feeling myself dripping down my thigh.

“I don’t like waiting, little queen,” he warns, rubbing the tender spot. “Tell me,” he orders.

“IsaidI can’t,” I hiss angrily at his stupid request.

He pushes off me, yanking my head back hard enough my neck feels as though it will snap any minute. My face glows red when I’m forced to meet his eyes.

“Open that filthy mouth of yours and tell me what you want me to do to this pretty pussy,” he orders harshly, cupping me in his hand.

Here’s the issue: I’m not a prude. And pretty much any time of the day, you’ll probably hear filthy words streaming from my dirty mouth. But… inthesemoments, I lose my tongue, and every thought melts from my brain. All I’m left with is a craving.

“Lick me,” I blurt out, making myself cringe. Chills of embarrassment cover my burning skin.

The asshole licks my shoulder, and I want to scream at his taunting face. Instead, tears fill my eyes, escaping like worthless traitors.

twenty-nine

Confetti Stick

Vexen: 2024

Innocent tears trail down her messy face, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from tasting the dirty salt dripping from her chin.

My little spade has always been a bit self-absorbed. Outspoken, without a care in the world. All of it’s a front. A diversion she’s mastered to hide her shattered parts.

Opal took her and shoved her into the shadows. Neglecting her until her home became one of the places she feared the most. Twisting the attention, she desperately seeks into a monster, Onyx’s been left to battle alone.

She refuses to trust.

Onyx is so broken she’s gone blind, refusing to see the truth existing in front of her. Waiting for her to claim it and start to heal her fractured wounds.

Guess it’s time I seal some of her cracks.

I turn her around, pressing her back into the hard surface, praying it’ll bruise her delicate skin. Scooping her up by her ass to drop her on the edge of the counter and quickly remove her tank top, revealing every inch of her creamy skin to me.

I step between her legs, not giving her an inch of space. “Lean back on your elbows,” I order, feeding her the hate she loves. “Don’t move,” I warn once she’s on display for me.

Fuck I can’t wait to devour every inch of her.

She watches me with haunting eyes, daring me to touch her. Forgetting teasing has become our new game.

My head dips above her nipple, licking my lips as I watch her eyes narrow. “Did you get these for pain, or pleasure? I’m going with both,” I taunt, gently blowing warm air on her peaked skin. “Do you play with them when you’re alone?”

“Yes,” she answers breathlessly, chest rising and falling rapidly.

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