Page 12 of Royal's Reign
Ink, Forger and Chasm, who were supposed to holding down the fort while the others were off the premises, tried their best to break up the party, but as soon as Poppy flashed them her tits and a promise for something more later, they were easily persuaded.
So, it’s while I’m up on the pool table, swaying my ass, having had more tequila than is recommended to maintain a healthy liver, that I catch sight of Royal stomping towards me.
He comes and stands right at the side of the pool table. With his head tilted back, he looks up at me; his expression and body language give nothing away. Except for the slight tick at the side of his jaw fromclenching his teeth. But what really is telling is his eyes. They are darker than death itself and show exactly how furious he is with me. Royal doesn’t say a word. I’m not sure he trusts himself not to lose his shit if he does.
With a scowl on his face, he simply holds out his hand towards me, flicks his fingers directing and warning me to get down. Without a second thought, I reach out my hand and take his.
Liquor dizzy, I move towards the edge, my intention to sit my ass down so I can jump off, but my bare foot catches one of the pool balls still scattered across the baize and I stumble. My balance lost; I fall forward straight into Royal’s arms.
However liquored up I am, it’s impossible to ignore the warmth and hardness of his upper arms that I grasp to steady myself. He gently lowers me to the floor. With my feet back on the ground, I remove my hands but, still a little unsteady, I quickly place them against his chest which is just as magnificently hard and impressive as his biceps.
“Royal,” I exhale, my palm slowly caressing the fabric of his t-shirt, the only thing between me and his hot skin.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Capturing my wrist, he snaps my hand away as if repulsed by my touch. “I told you to stay upstairs.”
“What did you expect?” I start my defence. “You were gone ages, and I could hear music, and I was fed-up of being left on my ow…” My words become stuck in my throat when I catch a flash of red at the edge of my vision. “Blood?” I swing my gaze fully to my hand that he holds and see the palm coated in a thin layer of crimson. “Oh, fuck, Royal. You’re bleeding.”
Royal
“I’m fine,” I fire back at her outburst but can’t deny that the concern she shows me gives me a warm feeling. “Now come on.”
Still gripping her wrist, I tug her away from my brothers, who are now standing watching us, and move us both towards the door at the bottom of the stairs that lead up to my apartment.
“I don’t want to go back upstairs,” she fights against my hold. With one quick sweep, I grab hold of her and flip her over my shoulder, firefighter style, and she lets out a high-pitched squeak. “Let me down, you… you…”
“Shut the fuck up, Gio,” I grind out. Her ass, now barely covered by the skirt of her dress, is so close to my face, I’m tempted to take a bite out of it when she wriggles. When she tries to kick her legs loose, no doubt attempting to kick me in the junk, I tighten my hold on her. The soft, smooth skin of her thighs feels like heaven against my fingertips, but in my head the temptation is pure hell.
Reaching the door, I punch the code into the security lock and, once disengaged, pull it open and stepinside. I wait until I hear the lock click shut and then mount the steps.
“I was having fun, asshole,” she huffs out, wriggling once more to try to get out of my hold. Now, on the steps, her fighting me this way is so much riskier, one of us could get hurt.
“Cut it out, Gio, or I’ll lose my footing.” I bring back my hand and give her a quick slap on her ass. She stills, but what I don’t expect is to hear a soft moan from her lips that’s sure as fuck from pleasure, not pain.
Damn!
I make quick work of entering through the second door and into the apartment.
I wait until we’re right up by the couch before I let her to her feet. With a gentle nudge, her ass hits the seat while I continue to stand over her.
“I had to get you out of there before your brother caught sight of you. He’d have kicked off, and the next thing we’d have had is a riot on our hands.”
“I was only dancing.”
“Are you kidding me? You were swaying that tight little ass of yours, giving one hell of a show. All eyes were on you and damn, they were salivating like you were a piece of prime rib.” I tilt my head from side to side; a crack rings out as I try to work some of the tension out of my neck. “Grinder would have beaten the crap out of every one of those poor fuckers, and then come after you too.”
Gio pushes up from the couch, steps right up tome. On the tips of her toes, all in my face, and just when I think she’s going to fire some more shit at me about spoiling her fun, she shocks the hell out of me by placing her lips against mine and kisses me.
I freeze.
Fuck, her lips are so soft against mine, and it takes every bit of my willpower not to kiss her right back. But when she doesn’t stop, sweeps her tongue along the seam and tries to push inside my mouth, with both hands on her shoulders, I push her away.
“What the fuck, Giorgia?” I gasp, shaking my head at her. “You’re Grinder’s sister. This can’t happen, you know that.”
Her cheeks pink with embarrassment, and she spins away from me.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” She chants, her hands up in her hair, tugging at the roots.
“Stop that.” I grab her hands and free them from her hair before she ends up scalping herself. I step up until her back is against my front and wrap both our arms around her middle.
