Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance)

by J. L. Beck

  Wasn’t it?

  “This can’t happen, Royal. We can’t do this. None of this is okay… Can’t you see that?” I panicked, looking anywhere else but at his face. Somehow I got the words I wanted to say out. I trained my eyes to the ground avoiding any kind of eye contact with him. If I looked into his eyes any longer, I knew I would give in to whatever it was that he wanted.

  Rough fingers grazed my chin, gripping it tightly, forcing my eyes to come back up to his. My heart throbbed in my chest, and my body shook with desires I wasn’t even aware of. This was a dangerous game we were playing, one that could end with one or both of us hurt.

  “I just want this…” The rest of his words were lost as he placed his warm lips against mine. It was like fireworks bursting through me. Sparking to life something I never before experienced. The taste of blood overwhelmed me, and then it was as if nothing else mattered. I couldn’t think or feel anything but Royal.

  The fight between him and Dom didn’t matter, Sasha didn’t, my mom, his dad. Nothing but us and his overwhelming lips mattered in that one fraction of a second. Everything changed with the impact of that kiss.

  My knees bowed, and my body warmed all over. Pulses of pleasure filled my abdomen. I was melting into his touch, my nails digging into the muscles of his chest. In a frenzy to get more of him, I dragged my arms across his torso until I reached his strong muscular back allowing for a better grip, bringing him closer against my body. A moan slipped out between my lips, and Royal was right there swallow up the small cries of pleasure that he gave me.

  I wanted him. No, I needed him. I needed that kiss like I needed air in my lungs. His lips continued to devour mine, his tongue slowly slipping into my mouth. My knees shook as wave after pleasurable wave seemed to grow larger. Our tongues mingled together, the pleasure in my belly swirling around and around. I could no longer see what was up or down, and I no longer cared. All that mattered in that moment was this. I collapsed against the door of my car, Royal’s strong arms being the only thing that held me up and kept me from dissolving into a puddle on the ground. He continued his assault on my mouth, and I continued to let him.

  I let him because I craved him. I didn’t care that I could taste his blood against my lips, or that this changed everything. One second Royal’s delicious lips were on mine and the next second he was pulling away fast. I could tell the kiss did more than just a little to him. His cock was hard as a rock, and it was poking me in the side. Just the thought of his hard dick was causing an unfamiliar pooling in my panties. I had never been in a situation to feel someone’s arousal this close.

  “It was just as I imagined it would be,” he whispered against my lips as if they were so fragile they would break. I wanted to ask him why he imagined kissing me before, but didn’t. I couldn’t. It would ruin the moment that we just shared.

  “Thank you.” I brushed a finger over my lips, the fact I had kissed my stepbrother was finally sinking in. Everything felt different, better.

  “For what?” he asked, sounding calm and happy for what felt like the first time since I met him. The moon was casting a shadow that seemed to mask his features, but if I had to guess I would bet he even looked peaceful right now.

  “For giving me my first kiss.” I wasn’t sure if it was what I had just said or not, but in the blink of an eye Royal was back on me, his lips mere inches away from my own, his hard penis pushing against me like he couldn’t get close enough to me. Like he wanted to put it inside of me. Claim me with it.

  “Fucking Christ, Noelle. I didn’t need to know that. Do you know how hard it is to know that I was your first kiss, that my lips are the only ones that have touched these beautiful things?” Royal placed the tips of his rough fingers on my lips like he needed to touch them just to make sure I understood what he was saying.

  “Fuck I can’t believe that you’re pure and completely untouched or untaken by any man. Do you know what that does to me, Noelle? I want you so bad… Can you feel this?” Royal said, pushing his hips into my center making certain that I could feel the large bulge in his pants pressing firmly against me. I couldn’t think as he began peppering sweet kisses against my throat, right over my jumping pulse while grinding himself into me. Each slip against my center a deliberate movement. He knew what he was doing, and damn did he know how to do it.

  “Ahhh, yes I can,” I moaned out loud without thought. We needed to stop. We had to stop. If we didn’t I feared I might let him go further than I was ready for.

  “How is it even possible that someone as incredible as you has never been kissed, touched, or devoured?” His voice rasped in my ear.

  “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t really hang out with anyone other than Jordan and she isn’t really my type.” My response sounded more like a giggle since the fine stubble on his chin was tickling me.

  “I want you, Noelle, but I can’t have you. It’s going to kill me knowing all of these things about you and not being able to change any of them.” It was as if he was pleading with me to tell him he could have me, to tell him that he was worthy of love.

  “You’re worthy enough, Royal, you’re so worthy and you’re a good person, I know you are. You are so much more than you believe you are; so much more than what other people think,” I said, almost begging for him to believe the words I spoke, all while wanting his touch so badly it’s almost killing me.

  “No, Noelle.” Sadness laced his words. “You see, that’s where you’re wrong. I’m not. You’re worthy of so much more than someone like me. You’re going to go so far in life, and you don’t need someone like me dragging you down. You don’t need the violent person that I am and will be for the rest of my life. I know what you need, and it’s not me. It will never be me.” The sentence nailed me straight in the heart. I was dead.

  I felt the air leave my lungs in a rush, and a searing pain ripped through my chest from the words he spoke. But what hurt the most was when he let go of me and slowly started to back away. As if he was afraid that if he didn’t he never would.

  It felt like everything in my life changed the minute he ran after me. He turned my entire world upside down and now he was walking away from me, leaving me in a crumpled pile on the cold, dirty ground to pick up the pieces of my splintered heart.

  “Royal, wait,” I yelled, but it was useless. He was already too far gone, and it wouldn’t have mattered if he heard me anyway. He wouldn’t have turned around.

  All I could do now was sit and stare as I watched him walk back toward the house, back toward Sasha, and away from me. I was left there to wonder if what he said was true, or whether he just played me and my feelings.

  Did he actually have feelings for me, or was he just going to walk right back into that bitch’s house and warm her bed for the night?

  Chapter Thirteen

  -Royal

  It was days before I spoke to or even saw Noelle again. I didn’t know how to feel about what happened between the two of us out by her Jeep that night. All I knew was that I couldn’t get her out of my head no matter how hard I tried. No matter how many times I masturbated to the image of her perfect naked body lying on a bed waiting and willing for me to fill her up and completely devour every inch of her creamy white skin. Or pictured her first kiss with me, my body covering hers, my mouth owning hers, over and over again in my mind. I just couldn’t get enough.

  She was etched into the deepest, darkest parts of my brain, and there was no fucking way to remove her. What surprised me the most is that it wasn’t just the sexual things that I missed, it was her in general. Talking to her, looking at her, teasing her, shit even fighting with her. I wanted it all with her.

  “How are things going at your dad’s house sweetheart?” my mother asked. I noticed that she seemed more cheerful, more upbeat than usual. Then again she didn’t have me around the house breaking shit or causing problems.

  “They’re going, I guess.” I lied. Not much actually changed since I got here. I was still fighting,
still fucking with girls, and still making a point to disobey every single thing that my father told me not to do.

  He wanted to give me the money, a car, and a college education in exchange for some stupid arrangement that he made with my mom. One that would apparently make sure that I didn’t ruin my future or some bullshit. I personally thought it was just another way to control me. Which was precisely why I refused to accept his pathetic offer. Minus the car of course since I didn’t seem to have much of a choice in that.

  “Mark says you haven’t taken well to the deal we had planned out for you.” She sounded disappointed like she actually expected me to take the man’s money and run with it.

  I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I’m not really all that keen on being controlled or bought for that matter, as you have seen,” I said with a bit of snark in my voice. “Although I am trying to steer clear of fights and shit that could get me locked up, but it’s not for him or because of the dumb deal. It’s not any easier here than it was when I was at home with you.” I walked around my room aimlessly, bored out of my mind. I couldn’t handle seeing Noelle, therefore I kept myself locked up in my bedroom.

  “Just please be careful, and consider your father’s offer. I know it’s hard after everything that has happened, but you only know bits and pieces of the story. There is so much more to be told if you would just sit down and listen.” I sighed. I didn’t know why she always had to bring this up. I honestly wanted to listen to what my mother had to say, but my father not so much. It wasn’t fair or right that he left my mother and I without anything for years. Why the hell should I waste my time listening to his lies and excuses?

  “He left us both without a backwards glance, Mom. He threw us out like yesterday’s garbage, and you want me to sit and listen to his bullshit excuses? How could you of all people ask me to do that?” I questioned her in outrage. I didn’t get how she could sit there and defend him like he wasn’t the reason our family was ripped to pieces.

  “Enough of that shit, Royal. That’s not even true. I have no idea where you got that idea from, but you’re wrong.” Her tone changed from cheery to anger.

  “When you decide to get over this shit, including the hatred that you have for your father and you actually want to know the truth, you can go talk to your father. There is so much more to this story than you can even begin to imagine, and believing only half of it because it gives you a reason to stay angry is ridiculous.” She carried on and it made me want to hang up the phone and ignore the entire issue.

  I didn’t care what he told me. Nothing could change the fact that he went off and made a new family while my mother and I struggled every day to get by. Nothing he could say to me would make up for him not being around.

  “I’ll talk to him.” I lied. I wouldn’t even try. Not in a million years, but she didn’t need to know that.

  “Good.” She sounded pleased for the first time since Mark’s name came up, which caused me to smile. “Now be good, keep your grades up, don’t get anyone pregnant and don’t get into any more fights.”

  My own laughter filtered into the phone. My mother knew me so well, and despite the fact I had to be here with Mark and his bitch wife, I was glad my mom was getting a break, even if it was me she needed a break from.

  “Yeah, yeah. I won’t. I love you. I’ll call you later this week,” I mumbled into the phone. We exchanged our goodbyes and then I hung up my phone, leaving me to my own thoughts.

  I slammed down onto my mattress and allowed myself to think about Noelle, which seemed to be the only thing I could focus on anymore. I hated it here when I first arrived, and I still kind of did. I hated my father and Noelle’s mom, but Noelle herself was growing on me, in more ways than one.

  She saw the good inside of me. She didn’t turn her back on me and decide I was unworthy at the slightest infraction. When I first met Noelle, I initially thought she had her head in the clouds. That she was just some spoiled little princess living off my dad’s money, but time and time again I was proven wrong.

  She was smart, kind, and caring. She didn’t judge me or anyone else, she just kept to herself like she was biding her time until she could get out. I loved how she didn’t feel that she was entitled to anything just because she came from a family of money and success didn’t mean she had all the friends in the world. It also didn’t mean everyone liked you, unless you were of course Sasha Master’s, but that was a whole different story.

  I stared up at the ceiling, trying to decide what to do with Noelle and the situation we were in. I crossed a major boundary. When I found out that she showed up at Sasha’s party even after I told her not to come, I was livid. Then seeing her with Dom sent me straight over the edge. Suddenly I was on autopilot; not even thinking. I wanted to spank the fuck out of her for disobeying me, and then there was the fight. Sure Dom and I were set to fight already, but that was under different circumstances.

  I didn’t plan on just running up and punching the dude in the fucking head. Her actions caused me to humiliate myself in front of all of our peers. It was once Sasha broke the fight up that I realized the mistake I made.

  Once I saw the pure terror on Noelle’s sweet face and then watched her run for her life away from me, I knew that I would regret what I had done. In that moment, I wanted to take it all back. But once I had her alone and saw the way she looked at me with so much desire… desires she didn’t even understand.

  I knew I needed her. I just had to have her.

  I had to at the very least claim her with my lips, and then when she told me I was worthy enough to have her as my own after just having found out I was her very first kiss… I just about came undone. I wanted to ask her how she could feel I was worthy of her when I was nothing but an asshole. My actions from that night proved it.

  Everything I did was to hurt others, That’s all I did and would continue to do, and if Noelle got too close she too would get swept away in my rage and destruction. I had to keep reminding myself of that, being that she was merely a stone’s throw away from me.

  Oh how easily I could slip into her bedroom in the middle of the night and seduce her, have my way with her, and cause us both unimaginable pleasure, but did I really want to?

  Of course I wanted her. I wanted inside of her, on her, to hear my name fall from those pink lips of her. I wanted all of it, but I couldn’t take from someone when I knew exactly the type of person I was and the type of person Noelle needed.

  I needed to remember that Noelle wasn’t like Sasha or the other girls I fucked around with. Noelle was the forever type, the white picket fence and two point five kids type. Unless I planned to keep her, I needed to leave her be. Let her find love elsewhere.

  “I am fed up with you, Noelle.” Viviana, Noelle’s mother’s voice met my ears, immediately pulling me from my meandering thoughts.

  “I didn’t do anything, Mother,” Noelle sassed. I could tell just from the sound of her voice that she was annoyed. I would be too if I had to suffer through her obnoxious voice. Viviana annoyed the fuck out of me and she wasn’t even my mother.

  “Really? Officer Lawson called the house last night letting us know that you and Royal were at the Masters estate a few nights ago for one of their daughter’s parties.” Viviana was livid.

  The sound of a door shutting forced me to get up from my bed and peek out of my bedroom and into the hallway. I stared a hole through Noelle’s door, which was still ajar a smidge. Why would my father marry an evil woman like Viviana, especially over someone as sweet as my own mother?

  “Please… Like you never went out to a party when you were a teenager?” I couldn’t really blame Noelle for the attitude she was giving her mom. Viviana was an uppity bitch, one who only saw perfection. If you didn’t meet her expectations and standards— which were sky high— then you were nothing but dirt beneath her feet.

  “I am so tired of you… Tired of your attitude and your behavior!” Tension filled the air, lingering out into the hallway. I had to see
what was happening; it was like an invisible cord was pulling me toward her door. I clenched my fists tightly as I stepped out into the hall walking on my tip toes over to her door, my eyes peering into her room through the small opening. I could see Noelle with her back against her dresser, her mother looming over her like she was about to attack.

  “Tired of me!?” Noelle raised her voice in disbelief, and that seemed to be the last shred of sanity her mother had. Without warning, to either Noelle or I, her mother raised her hand landing a hard slap straight across the right side of her cheek, her face twisting to the side with the force of the blow. I had to grit my teeth to hide the fact that I was standing there watching it all go down. I wanted nothing more than to bust through the door and take her mother out, but I knew more than anyone that would just amplify the situation. It would be a grave mistake, one that Noelle would end up paying for.

  “You will learn to listen to me, Noelle. That boy across the hall is nothing but an irresponsible idiot. Following in his footsteps will lead you down a dark path, and as your mother I want nothing but the best for you. I will not stand by and let you disrespect me.” Authority dripped from her lips. Who did this bitch think she was?

  “Royal is a human. A person with real feelings, and just because he has had a troubled life doesn’t necessarily make him a bad person. Don’t make this about the fact that he is dangerous or a bad influence, when it’s more about the fact that you hate that he is here. That he interferes with your perfect image and perfect life.”

  Everything that Noelle was saying was something I already knew. Viviana didn’t want me here. She voiced her concerns to my mother right before I left. Me being here was making shit harder for Noelle, and it wasn’t like her mother was wrong about me. I was troubled, and I always would be, but I would never do anything to hurt Noelle. Having Noelle stand up for me against her mother was everything I could have ever wanted.

  She wormed her way under my skin and started to mean so much to me in such a short amount of time. I could never hurt her. She was too pure, too good for my shitty behavior. Noelle deserved the knight and shining armor, the carriage and the castle. She should be treated like a Queen, and I wasn’t the type of guy to be her King or give her any of that shit.