Page 54 of Wicked Minds
Eyes dropping further, he stares at the point where his hand rests curled around my neck, his fingers flexing. I can tell he’s holding himself back. The flicker of self-doubt that crosses his face only confirms it.
“Don’t,” I choke out, tears burning the back of my eyes. “Don’t, please.” At my plea, his eyes snap to mine. “Don’t treat me differently. I’m not made of glass; I won’t break.”
He swallows roughly, eyes searing into mine. When he speaks, there’s a huskiness that wasn’t there before. “You’re the toughest person I know, James, but I don’t want to cause you any more pain.”
“The only way you’ll do that is by holding back from me now.” Lifting my chin, I expose my neck. “I see your demons, Royce, and I am not afraid. I want this. I wantyou.”
“Fuck, James. You’re going to rue the day you said that when you realize just howobsessedI am with you.”
Removing his hand from my ass, he grabs my hips until I’m forced to drop my legs. Spinning me around, he shoves me against the lockers and crowds me from behind. The second he does, my whole body tenses, my breath stuttering as black splotches appear in my vision.
“You’re okay,” he soothes, always so in tune with my body as his hand strokes down my hair. “I’ve got you. It’s just you and me here, Ry. No one else.” I give a terse nod, and he continues to touch me reverently, even as his tone takes on a stern edge. “Hands on the locker, Babydoll. Do you feel that cool metal beneath your palms?” he asks when I do as he orders, placing my palms flat against the door above my head.
I nod again, gasping in surprise when he roughly grabs my hair at the nape of my neck and pulls, forcing me to arch my back and press my tits into the locker.
“You’ve been such a naughty girl, James,” he growls in my ear. “Coming here dressed like that and making me take on that wimp while picturing this exact moment.” His hand runs over the leather of my skirt before sliding between my thighs. “Did you put this on with me in mind?”
“Yes,” I rasp.
His chest vibrates against my back with pure, male satisfaction.
“Did you plan to seduce me, Riley James? Were you hoping I’d bring you back here and fuck you senseless?”
“Yes.”
The showerhead did fuck all to alleviate the blaze left in Royce’s wake after his kiss on Friday night. So yeah, perhaps on some level, I was hoping this would be tonight’s outcome.
Sometimes a girl just needs to get off, you know?
And Royce can do it better than any showerhead or vibrator ever could.
And… I trust him enough to do this with him.
I’m acutely aware of the rumor I heard about him; the accusation levied against him, and I know we need to talk about it, but I firmly believe, hand on a bible and swear it, that Royce is not who those girls believe him to be.
In my experience, character says a hell of a lot more about a person than words spilled from someone else’s lips, and not once has Royce given me a reason to doubt him. Even when he had every reason to hate me, he still stood up for me. He sat with me after Grayson choked me half to death. He’s shown up at Lux every single night I’ve been working because he doesn’t want me to be left alone with Ben.
Hepunchedthe guy because he thought he’d done something to me.
Do those sound like the actions of someone who’s done what those girls accused him of? Because they sure as hell don’t to me.
His hand between my legs clamps my inner thigh, his fingers firmly stroking the raised scars there.
“One day, I want to know about these.” I swallow nervously. “I want every one of your secrets. Access to the inner workings of your mind. Absolutely no part of you will be safe from me. I’m going to make certain that every fiber of your being knows whoyou belong to.” My throat works, but no words come to mind. “But for now, I want to hear my name on your lips as you come apart on my fingers like a good little slut.”
Emphasizing his point, he curls his fingers, the tips brushing against the sopping fabric of my panties, and I shudder. He groans his pleasure before wrapping his fingers around the material and sliding it down my legs. They fall to the ground, and he drops to a crouch, tapping my inner ankles to get me to lift my feet.
“These are mine now,” he growls, pocketing them before sliding his hands up the back of my calves as he slowly rises. His calloused fingers scrape along the skin of my outer thighs before he slides one hand between my legs, burying his fingers deep inside me.
“Royce,” I cry as he penetrates my wet heat and my walls clench around him, desperate for release.
“That’s it, Babydoll. Louder. I want everyone in this place to know exactly who is making you come.”
His other hand rubs expertly at my clit while he pumps two thick fingers in and out, and I grind my ass shamelessly against the hard bulge in his shorts as I drown in pleasure.
My nipples pebble, my breathing ragged pants as I chase my release, and as I clamp down on him, Royce groans. “That’s it, Ry. Scream my fucking name.”
I do exactly that, throwing my head back and yelling his name to the rafters as I drench his fingers in my release and collapse against him.
