Wicked Princess: Royal Hearts Academy - Book Three

by Jade, Ashley

  She points to her engagement ring. “Fiancé.” Even though it’s clear she doesn’t want to, she relents. “And fine, you can talk to her, but I swear to God if you upset her, I will hurt you.”

  It’s an idle threat since Sawyer wouldn’t hurt a fly, but I appreciate the sentiment.

  Stone gestures for me to follow him out back.

  Once we’re outside, I unleash every bit of my pent-up anger on him.

  “Tommy bullied Liam every day of his life. He made fun of his stutter, his scars.” My pain is a tangible thing, gripping me by the throat. “The night before he died, he tricked Liam into going into a closet so he could see Dylan—the girl he was in love with—make out with his brother. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he pointed and laughed at his tears after they walked back inside the gymnasium.”

  I have to press a hand to my stomach because I feel sick. So fucking sick. “Then he pulled down his pants in front of all their classmates and made fun of his penis.”

  Tears are streaming down my face now. I can’t imagine how humiliated Liam felt at that moment. It makes sense now why I did what I did to Stone. I wanted Tommy to experience what it was like to put a target on your brother’s back for no reason and not be able to do anything about it.

  “How could you stand there and defend someone so malicious? So evil.”

  “Because he’s my brother,” Stone roars. “My dad’s been in jail since I was eight and Tommy pretty much raised me.” He snorts. “Besides, you’re one to talk, princess. Your brothers aren’t exactly upstanding people, either. Believe me, they’ve done their fair share of terrorizing.”

  Huge difference. My brothers would never pick on someone the way Tommy picked on Liam. “My brothers would never—”

  “Oh, yeah?” Stone argues, taking a step in my direction. “Fine, let’s talk about all the shit they’ve done to people.”

  “What—”

  “Shortly after Liam died, Jace hunted him down in the woods and threatened to rape him with a bat right before he killed him. Tommy had to beg and plead for him to spare his life. Not that he had much of a life after that because everyone blamed him for Liam’s suicide, and he had to change schools.” Eyes narrowing, he continues, “When Dylan came back to town, Jace put up posters of her father’s mugshot all over school.” His jaw tics. “And your brother Cole? Well, in addition to beating me up twice, he called Sawyer fat in front of their classmates and made her feel so bad about herself she became addicted to Adderall to lose weight and almost died.”

  I feel sick for a whole new reason now. “How do you know all this?”

  “Because when the Covingtons do shit, everyone in town talks about it.” His smile is vicious. “You want to judge and call me a terrible person for defending my brother, but you’re no different, princess.”

  That may be true. However, Liam’s my line you don’t cross.

  Ever.

  “He was a good person,” I whisper.

  “Are you fucking kidding—”

  “Liam,” I choke out. “Liam was a good person. More than good. He was kind and gentle. Compassionate. He didn’t deserve the torture Tommy inflicted on him.” I look him right in the eyes. “And I can’t be friends with someone who can’t see that.”

  I won’t. No matter how much it might hurt.

  I don’t know what to make of the expression on his face. “Duly noted.”

  Even though my family didn’t start this war, I’m ending it.

  I have to.

  “I guess this is goodbye then.”

  Go figure. The only friend I made is the one I can’t keep.

  He starts to walk inside but stops. “Bianca?”

  “Wha—”

  Soft lips crash against mine in a tender kiss that sizzles all the way from my head to my toes.

  “What are you doing?” I whisper against his mouth.

  With sad eyes, he pulls away. “Saying goodbye.”

  Chapter 16

  I scan the restaurant for Sawyer, intending to ask her for a ride so I can go home and think about what I did.

  Correction, what he did.

  I can’t believe Stone kissed me.

  And worst of all…I liked it.

  Really liked it.

  My stomach drops when I spot Sawyer having what looks like a heated argument with her boss.

  Not wanting Mr. Gonzales to see me and threaten to kick me out again, I hobble my way to the restroom.

  I can still feel his kiss lingering on my lips.

  Smacking my head, I will myself to stop thinking about it.

  Stone and I can’t ever be anything more than enemies.

  It would be a betrayal to Liam.

  Stone isn’t Tommy—my mind argues.

  I shake the thought out of my head. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

  I’m about to text Sawyer and let her know where I’m hiding out, but the door swings open.

  “Oh, my God. It is you.”

  I take in her chin-length blonde hair, brown eyes, and tall frame.

  I have no idea who this girl is.

  I tilt my head to the side, studying her. On second thought, she does look vaguely familiar. I just can’t seem to place her.

  “God, I’m so happy you’re okay.”

  Next thing I know, her arms are wrapped around me, and my crutches are falling to the floor.

  I’m surprised for two reasons. One—this is the first person outside of my family who seems legitimately happy to see me after the accident.

  And two—apparently, I do have a friend.

  She cups my face in her hands. “I know the last time we saw each other you said it was over, but—”

  Her lips crash against mine.

  What. The. Actual. Fuck.

  Is today everyone kiss Bianca and mess with her head day?

  I promptly pull away. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

  “Very funny,” she coos, her mouth finding my neck.

  * * *

  Past…

  I situate myself on the hood of her car and gesture to the cheerleading uniform I’m wearing. “If you want a spot back on the team, you’re gonna have to earn it.”

  Morgan turns white as a sheet. “How?”

  It’s all I can do not to laugh. The girl has been a thorn in my side since last year. Between making fun of me every chance she got, constantly threatening to kick me off the team once she became the official captain…and other things, it was enough to make me want to contemplate dumping her in a vat of sulfuric acid.

  But now the tides have turned, and little by little, I’m taking everything away from her.

  Her position as cheerleading captain.

  Her friends.

  Her popularity.

  And by the end of tonight…I’ll have every ounce of her dignity, too.

  Anger mixed with jealousy flows through my veins.

  There’s only one thing she has that I want.

  Of course, it’s the one and only thing I can’t have.

  For now.

  Lying back against the windshield, I spread my legs. “By proving your loyalty to me.”

  I’m not expecting her to actually do it.

  No, this is all just part of my little game of fucking with her head.

  The CIA has nothing on my forms of torture.

  She blinks. “What do you want me to do?”

  Fucking idiot. Of course, I’d have to spell it out for her. “Lick my pussy, bitch.”

  A smile stretches across my face as I wait for her to decline so I can tell her she’ll never be on my squad and to enjoy her new loser social status.

  Morgan chews her bottom lip, her eyes scanning around the empty marina. “Here?”

  Hmm. Not the answer I was expecting, but I indulge her because if I’m the one to fold, this will all be for naught.

  “Yup.” Hooking my thumbs onto the sides of my panties, I slide them off. “Right he—”

  A jolt of pleasure mixed with shock runs thr
ough me as she lowers her head and begins licking my cunt like a decadent dessert.

  Holy shit.

  Not many things surprise me anymore, but this certainly does.

  A breath leaves me in one big rush as she continues lapping at me.

  Damn…she’s good.

  Too fucking good.

  There’s no way this is her first time carpet munching.

  Grabbing the back of her head, I force her to look at me. “You enjoy eating pussy, don’t you?”

  Her hooded eyes and the way her tongue comes out for another taste tells me all I need to know.

  Ironic given her father is a rich senator who openly hates gay people.

  Pleasure sizzles up my spine as her hot mouth suctions around my clit. “Fuck. Just like that.”

  She moans, her movements picking up speed and I swear I see stars.

  Jesus Christ. She’s so fucking good.

  “Oh, God,” I gasp, writhing against her face. “On second thought, maybe we can work something out.”

  Unlike Morgan, I’m not into girls, but I have no problem offering my pussy up for her to dine on from time to time.

  Because at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter whose mouth is responsible for it, an orgasm is still an orgasm.

  That said, I’m not dumb enough not to take the opportunity to score a little blackmail for safekeeping.

  Reaching for my phone, I press the record button.

  That’s when I notice movement out of the corner of my eye.

  My stomach clenches as I take in a dark, shadowy figure watching us.

  With a phone in his hand.

  It occurs to me that I have two options.

  I can make Morgan stop and send her home.

  However, if I do that it will no doubt alert our little stalker that I’m on to him and give him the opportunity to book it.

  Therefore, I’m better off letting her finish me off before I confront him.

  Reaching down, I grab the back of her neck. “More.”

  Her mouth latches onto my clit and my legs begin trembling as ripples of pleasure rip through me like a tornado in an empty field.

  My orgasm is so intense, I almost forget there’s some freak watching us.

  Until he comes into focus and I realize he isn’t just some random freak after all.

  He’s Stone DaSilva.

  My arch enemy.

  Motherfucker. This just went from bad to worse.

  “Go home,” I tell Morgan as I slide off the hood of her car. “Now.”

  Her mouth drops open. “Seriously—”

  “Yes,” I hiss.

  I need her to leave so I can take care of Stone on my own. I don’t want her to know he was recording us because she’ll just freak out and make everything worse and then he’ll never give up the goods.

  I just have to reason with him.

  And if that doesn’t work…well, I’m not opposed to using other tactics to get what I want.

  Morgan’s expression is full of hurt as she drives off…at the same time Stone starts running away.

  Not so fast, asshole.

  Sucking in a breath, I chase after him.

  Given I’m in such good shape, I’m on his heels in seconds.

  “Fucking hell,” he exclaims as I land on top of him.

  “Give me the phone. Now.”

  He has the nerve to laugh. “Not a chance.”

  We wrestle on the dock for the better part of a minute.

  Unfortunately, it ends with him on top of me, pinning me to the ground. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

  I narrow my gaze. “Did you enjoy the show?”

  The bulge pressing against me tells me he did. Gross.

  His expression hardens. “You mean the one where you manipulated that poor girl into—”

  “Morgan didn’t do anything to me she didn’t want to do.”

  Unless he’s blind, it’s obvious everything that happened between us was consensual.

  Grunting, he stands up. “I heard everything, Bianca. You implied you wouldn’t give her a spot on the team unless she pleasured you.” He jabs a finger in my face. “There’s a word for that, you know.”

  As if. “You must have missed the part where she was very clearly enjoying herself.” I drop my eyes to his crotch. “And by the looks of things, she wasn’t the only one.”

  I swear I hear his teeth clack. “That’s not the point.”

  Hands on my hips, I glare at him. “Then pray tell, what is the point of your little moral temper tantrum, DaSilva?”

  He groans. “I am so tired of all you fucking Covingtons thinking you own the world and can do whatever you want to people.” Face twisting, he gestures to his phone. “I can’t wait to give you a dose of your own medicine.”

  Yeah, that won’t be happening.

  “You do realize if you show people that you’ll be ruining Morgan’s life, too, right?”

  He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I’ll blur her face out.” His teeth flash white. “Can’t say the same for you though.”

  Well, shit. He’s clearly put some thought into this.

  Not a problem. Everyone has a price.

  Even moral assholes like Stone.

  “How much do you want?”

  He looks at me like I’m crazy. “Do you honestly think you can buy me off?”

  Duh.

  “You’re poor as shit,” I remind him. “Of course I can buy you off.” Pulling out my own phone, I log into my PayPal account. “Just tell me how much it will take to make this little problem go away so we can both move on with our lives.”

  He laughs, but there’s no humor. “Wow.”

  “Wow, what?”

  He brushes past me. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m sure all the creeps on Pornhub will love watching you come just as much as I did.”

  He’s almost at the end of the dock when I call out, “So you did enjoy it.”

  I knew it.

  Flipping me the bird, he keeps walking.

  Thinking quick, I sprint over to his car before he gets inside. “Look, there has to be something you want.”

  His stare is downright venomous. “I don’t want a damn thing from you.”

  That’s not possible.

  Bile surges up my throat as it becomes clear to me what I’m going to have to do to get his phone.

  I have no choice, though because I’m not going to let him put that video on a porn site.

  Taking his hand, I place it on my tit. “Everyone wants something, Stone.”

  Including nosy, broke losers like him.

  He yanks his hand back like he’s been burned. “Not interested.”

  The tenting in his jeans tells me that’s bullshit.

  “You sure about that?” Trailing a finger up his stomach, I lean in. “You sure you don’t want to force me on my knees?” I lick the shell of his ear. “Make the wicked princess suck you off.”

  When I was fourteen, I paid Bradly Benson one-hundred dollars to teach me how to give a good blowjob.

  He’d recently come out as gay, so I figured he was the best person to ask.

  And he was.

  He was also the best person to practice my lessons on.

  Therefore, I’m capable of doing things to Stone that will make his head spin and his toes curl.

  Poor, sweet Stone looks like he’s fighting an internal battle with himself.

  It would almost be comical if it wasn’t so serious.

  “Come on, Stone.” I palm his growing cock through his jeans. “Stop being a good boy and teach me a lesson.”

  I’m fully expecting him to turn me down, but to my surprise he grunts, “Get on your knees.”

  That’s two for two tonight.

  Only this one is way worse.

  Because it’s Stone DaSilva.

  The younger brother of the most vile piece of shit on the planet.

  Humiliation colors my cheeks as I sink down to my knees and he lowers his zippe
r.

  This was a terrible idea.

  But it’s too late, because I’ve already agreed and he’s pulling out his dick.

  To Stone’s credit, it’s marginally bigger than the fake baby cock I photoshopped onto pictures of him back when he attended Royal Hearts Academy.

  I open my mouth, then pause.

  My second thoughts about doing this are enough to make my insides churn.

  Stone must sense this because he says, “Forget it. I don’t want you doing something you don’t—”

  I take him into my mouth as far as I can.

  I need that video.

  He punches the side of the car with his fist as I gag myself on his cock. “Fuck.”

  In for a penny, in for a pound.

  That said, I can’t deny the sick sense of pleasure I feel at having him at my mercy like this.

  I might be the one on my knees, but it’s obvious he’s not the one in control.

  I am.

  His face strains as I deep throat him again, trying my hardest to figure out where he put his phone since he’s no longer holding it.

  He groans. “Jesus fucking Christ, Bianca.”

  I know.

  Placing both of his hands on the back of my head, I start feeling around his pockets.

  Low, gruff noises tear out of him as he fucks my face. “Shit.”

  My heart beats faster. Every inch of him is hard and tight with arousal, ready to explode at any moment.

  Focus, Bianca.

  Disappointment hits like a brick to the head as I search his first pocket and come up empty.

  I take him deeper, sucking him hard and fast as I dig my fingers into his ass.

  Jackpot.

  I snatch his phone out of his back pocket at the same time a thick stream of liquid fills my mouth.

  Standing up, I wipe the corner of my mouth.

  Then I spit his cum in his face. “Wow. That didn’t take long at all.”

  Anger mixed with disgust tightens his features as he lifts his shirt and wipes off his face.

  I take the opportunity to hightail it to the docks, running as fast as I can.

  The second I’m near the water, I throw his phone.

  I hear his footsteps behind me, but it’s already sinking to the bottom.

  Mission accomplished.

  “You’re too late,” I inform him.