Page 82 of Royal Havoc

I hate when he reads me like one of his stupid books. “I wanna play a game,” I admit angrily.

He tilts his head. “A game. What game?” he questions me, studying my face.

I bite my bottom lip, grinding on him when I start to feel him harden. “Hide and seek,” I purr, driving him insane.

His hands tighten on my waist, forcing me to stop, and I watch as he grinds his teeth. “What are we seeking?”

I slip from his grasp, moving further back on his thighs, slowly freeing his cock, making him shiver. I lean over, flattening my tongue, and lick him root to tip, savoring the taste of him. “Opal’s here,” I breathe softly before fluttering my tongue over his tip, causing him to hiss.

“What did you do?” he manages to force out through gritted teeth.

I swallow him, gagging myself on his cock, tears streaking my cheeks as I pop him from my mouth. “It was just a little fire,” I admit.

Before he can speak, I suck on his tip hard. “Fuck,” he growls, fisting my hair. “Where?” is all he’s able to say, yanking me off his throbbing member.

“It was an accident. I just wanted some answers. I went to Gramps, but he wouldn’t talk to me,” I explain calmly.

His nostrils flair. “We agreed to stay away from them,” he lectures, forcefully shoving down my throat, pressing my nose to his curls. “I’ll punish you later,” he growls, releasing my hair.

I fall back on my butt, gasping, filling my burning lungs. He grimaces down at me while he tucks himself away. Out of nowhere, sticks crack in the distance, and the birds scatter from the trees. I scurry across the ground, grabbing a water bottle to douse the fire.

“What are you —”

“Shhh,” I warn, scrambling to my feet. “Shut up,” I whisper by his ear after finding him in the dark. “It’s time to play.”

“What’s the rules?”

“Keep her in the woods,” I instruct excitedly, my eyes already adjusting to the darkness.

“Who?” I think I hear him whisper-shout, but I’m too far gone to answer, already seeking my prey.

forty-three

I’m Going Down

Onyx: 2024

Behavior like this is the reason guys get their penises cut off and thrown at them. Power trips are boring. If I shove something up his ass, does that make me the powerful one?

Let’s try it and find out.

He’d tie you up for days!

Not if I tie him up first. HA!

“You’re not fucking meeting him!” Vex growls, storming from the stove carrying two plates of scrambled eggs.

“I can’t have coffee with my teacher? But, you can go and delete your rent-a-whore?” I question loudly, slamming the orange juice on the table hard enough it rattles the plates.

The asshole has the audacity to laugh as he stabs at his eggs. “I gotta go fix what you screwed up, by being a brat.”

“I was ten asshole! Opal wanted to have me committed! She drove me to some knockoff Disney castle and told me it’s where crazy belongs!” I shout, stopping myself from stabbing him with my fork.

He drops his fork, eyes wide. “Who follows someone into the woods and disappears? Zeke and I searched for you for hours.”

Bolting to my feet. “I didn’t disappear, dickhead! I was being chased. Every time I got close to the edge, someone was there throwing shit at me!” I shout, forcing the tears to stay put behind my eyes. Yanking up my sleeve, showing him my forearm. “I got this tattoo to cover the scar I got when I fell. The monsters cackled when they found the bloody stick that stabbed me.” I shiver, hating the memory of that night.

He wraps me in his strong arms, kissing the top of my head. “It’s okay, little spade. You’re safe now. I won’t let anyone hurt you. You’re home,” He soothes softly in his gravelly voice, swaying us back and forth. “Opals gone. She can’t hurt you anymore.”

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