Royal Prick(55)

I whirled around on her, and I could tell she wasn’t expecting it. The sound of her shallow intake of breath met my ears, followed by a squeal as I grabbed her by the wrist which told me I caught her off guard.

Why didn’t she just stay away? Why did she have to fight me tooth and nail?

“Unless you want me to fuck you like an animal, hard and rough, completely dominating every inch of that virgin body of yours, then I suggest you turn your sweet little ass around and walk the fuck out of this bathroom. If you don’t, I won’t be held responsible for what happens. I fuck hard, Noelle, can you handle that?” My grip on her was firm — it told her I meant business. Still she looked at me as if she was bored, as if she wasn’t bothered by me at all. She wasn’t scared, not even a little bit. I wanted to cackle out loud like the sick asshole I was because she should fucking be afraid. Fuck, the things I wanted to do to her body would be anything but gentle, anything but what she deserved.

“I’m not scared of you, Royal, If you need to dominate me to make yourself feel better, then do it. I can handle it. I can handle you. I know you would never intentionally harm me and you care about me.” I could see the jump in her pulse, her breaths coming in far faster than they were a moment ago. She had to be lying to me, there was no way a virgin like her could be getting excited about all the dirty things that I was saying. Right? No, it had to be fear I was sensing.

“You deserve more than this, Noelle. Don’t you get that? Don’t you get that you deserve so much more than a hard fuck. To be used just so I can get over my anger, to lose that once special piece of yourself to the monster in me.” I released her wrist like it was burning a hole in my hand. I couldn’t touch her skin without wanting so much more. Like wanting to lick a path over every inch of her.

Shit, if I kept my hold on her any longer I was likely going to take her at her word and rip her clothes from her body; turning her around and pounding into her until neither of us could stand any longer, and then I would have her turn take me in that perfect mouth of her, forcing every last drop of my semen down her throat.

Everything that Viviana said about me earlier was true. My father left my mother and I without even a backwards glance. The open promises he made and never met lingered at the back of my mind. It wasn’t Noelle’s fault that any of this had taken place, she was caught in the middle just like I was, but it didn’t mean I didn’t want to take it out on her. Someone needed to take the pain away. Someone needed to know what it felt like to be alone. Isolated from everyone.

“I deserve whatever you can give me, whatever I decide I can handle.” Didn’t she understand? Fuck, her lack of self-esteem was really starting to piss me off. This was just another thing to blame her bitch of a mother for. Maybe instead of berating her for every little thing she did, maybe she should have been making sure her daughter was aware of her worth. Building her up instead of breaking her down.

“Fuck, Noelle, that’s where you’re wrong. Don’t you see that? Your first time should be special. Gentle and kind with someone patient and loving. Not me, not a monster. Not some man that will rip you to pieces, not someone like myself.” I pushed my body into hers slamming her back against the wall as my hand snaked up her thigh and under her skirt stopping only as I reached the entrance of her pussy. As soon as I felt the heat, I gripped her between the legs, pushing her up off her feet and forcing her body to dangle in the air merely by the strength of my hand. Her cool breath fanned against my cheek, her scent overwhelming my senses. She was so fucking good, too good for someone like me.

“This is all I’m willing to offer you. A ticket to one hard fuck. A memory that will stick with you for the rest of your life. I’m twisted, Noelle, sick-minded. I want that sweet pussy of yours, even if I don’t deserve it.” The warmth between her legs was calling to me, begging me to claim it.

“Is that what you want?” I leaned into her body, her legs snaking around my hips while my nose made a trail from her ear and down her throat. I could feel her skin rippling with emotions. If fear wasn’t rolling off of her before, it sure as hell was now.

“If that’s all you can give me, then yes.” Her voice was deep and breathy but slightly unsure. Fuck how I wished to be someone different, someone better.

How I wished that I could be what she needed. What she deserved.

If she thought she wanted this, then I was going to make her prove it to me and I wouldn’t stop until her body was shaking.

“If this is what you really want then I want you to strip bare for me, everything off, then I want you to lean against the sink with your legs spread as far as they can go, and I want that sweet ass of yours up in the air, jutted out.”