Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance)

by J. L. Beck

  I ignored the rest of whatever it was that he was saying, and left the room right behind Noelle as soon as the conversation was over. A groan wanted to escape me as I watched her walk down the hall ahead of me. My cock grew harder with each sway of her hips.

  “Stop staring at my ass, Royal,” she shouted at me over her shoulder, coming to an abrupt stop at what I assumed to be her locker. Anger rippled through me at the mere thought of her thinking I liked her just because I was staring at her ass. I needed to end that shit right now. I’d take my pants off for anyone that wanted a good time. She was no different. Stepsister or not, it didn’t mean anything to me.

  “Let me fill you in on something, Noelle.” My voice had a razor edge to it. “Men like pussy, they like ass, they basically like anything that they can sink their dick into, and you’re not the exception of all of that.” I waited for what I said to hit her and when it did, man was I taken aback.

  Her eyes filled with fire. I could see the flames flickering and knew shit was about to go down. She lifted her palm to slap me but I saw the hit coming, stopping her right before her fingertips could graze my skin.

  “Now that’s not a very nice thing to do, princess…” I sneered with distaste. She had balls— I would give her that— and if she were, anyone else I would’ve laid her ass out on the ground, but she was lucky, because I didn’t hit girls. I wasn’t like that. I didn’t believe in hurting women; still maybe there was a better way to get even with her.

  I leaned in extra close, wanting to make her squirm in her own skin. I made sure we were nose to nose and then I took a deep breath, letting the soothing scent of her vanilla shampoo fill my lungs. Her scent invaded my senses, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t like the smell.

  Our chests’ were mere inches away from touching one another’s, and I couldn’t stop myself from watching the swell of her breasts rising and falling, as if she was truly afraid of me.

  I dipped down, my nose skimming across the sensitive flesh of her throat, and then up to her ear, stopping right below her earlobe. I could practically hear her heartbeat as it pounded loudly in her veins.

  I wanted to bite the soft, velvety smooth skin, but forced myself not to; not wanting to lead her astray, instead I whispered softly into her ear. “Be careful, sweetheart….” I drawled out. “In case you haven't noticed, I like it rough.” Just before pulling away I lost the internal battle with myself, giving into the temptation that was right in front of me. My tongue darted out wetting my dry lips, and I took the moment to relish the look in Noelle’s eyes.

  She seemed to be in a trance, kind of like a rabbit right before the hawk struck. Fearful and quiet, waiting to see what the predator’s next move would be. Sweet Noelle was my prey, and I had every intention of devouring her. My tongue flicked out against her skin, the sweet taste of vanilla against my tongue causing parts of my body to come alive.

  Then I took the very tip of her earlobe between my teeth, biting down hard. A squeal erupted from deep within her, causing a tinge of pleasure to form in my veins. Something about that very sound coming from her plump ruby lips was so erotic.

  Noelle pulled from my hold, her hand slamming into my shoulder as she pushed me away from her, and the force of that movement caused her to slam into her open locker door.

  “Don….” her lip trembled, and suddenly I felt like somewhat of a dick. “Don’t touch me again. Don’t come near me, and keep your hands to yourself. I’m not into manwhore’s like you, and even if I was, I have way more respect for myself than that.” I could see the unshed tears in those beautiful hazel eyes.

  Damn it. Color me shocked, but I think I was starting to feel a pang of guilt.

  Nah. I needed to brush that shit off.

  Still her confession slammed into me the same way my mother's always did. There was always heart behind her words, and when Noelle spoke it was the same feeling. My chest always ached after an argument because even if I didn’t want to admit it out loud, I couldn’t lie to myself and say what she said wasn’t true.

  “Oh come on, baby, you know you want a taste of me. I’m like a fine wine. I only get better with time.” I smirked, giving her my best smart ass attitude. When push came to shove, it was always best to act as if what they said to you didn’t bother you.

  That and I could hide behind the smirk and dark look in my eyes. I wasn’t going to have a conversation with her about my life story, especially when little miss perfect couldn’t even relate. Her struggle— whatever it was— wasn’t anything compared to my own. The pain she caused me was going to eat away at my insides if I didn’t find a way to remove it.

  I didn’t do emotions.

  I didn’t do conversation.

  I did two things. Fight and fuck. Noelle would soon start to understand that, and if she didn’t I would make her understand.

  “You are absolutely the biggest asshole on the planet, you think…” She was cut off by another girl who strutted up to the locker next to hers. I could see placid anger on Noelle’s face, and relief flooded me because I wouldn’t have to continue on with this charade with her. That and it seemed to me that Noelle liked this person even less than she liked me, and that was truly astonishing.

  “Fresh meat I see.” The other girl smiled at me, her voice sultry. Yeah, she had her eyes on the prize. I could tell she wanted me with that one singular look. I didn’t know her name yet, but I wanted to. My eyes skimmed over her long brown hair, an ass that you could bounce a quarter off of, and her nether region, which she wasn’t lacking in at all. Yup. She would be the perfect first fuck. Quick and easy. Just my type. Let’s just hope she wasn’t the type to get attached.

  “Royal Black, but you can call me Prince if you would like.” My voice was slick as ice. I was a smooth asshole. As long as I could get my dick wet, I would be content living in this hellhole called my new home.

  I stopped focusing on Noelle and moved past her to this other girl, wanting to make sure Noelle understood where she stood in my eyes. She greeted me with a wide smile. I could tell she was after the same exact thing that I was.

  “This is sickening.” Noelle made a gagging sound as if she was about to puke, turning her back to us as she grabbed a few books from her locker. I scoffed at Noelle. I could practically see the new girl sharpening her claws. I wondered why she felt that way about someone like Noelle. Someone who seemed to fit in a whole lot more than I ever would.

  “Now, now ladies, there is more than enough of me to go around.” I raised my eyebrow up at the girl that was ready to sink her nails into my chest. She was beautiful, but not in the natural way. It was more in the completely, over the top fake way, the kind where you knew everything on her was bought, from the way her makeup was perfectly placed on her face, to the fake nails that were glued to her original nails; then there was the fact that she could get away with showing as much cleavage as she wanted. She was more than asking for a man like me to fuck her brains out.

  I was drawn from my own personal thoughts by the sound of Noelle gagging.

  I almost laughed… almost.

  “If you were smart, Royal, you wouldn’t want to stick your dick inside Sasha. Something that has teeth. I mean unless you want it bitten off?”

  The air surrounding us seemed to spark with tension. I was starting to wonder who was going to throw the first punch.

  “Watch it, bitch! You may think you’re something special because you get good grades, have an in with the teachers, and can seem to get away with just about everything, but I will fuck your life up if you talk down to me like that again.” Sasha was coming in swinging.

  My heart thudded loudly in my chest, anxiety rising with each passing second. As much as Noelle got on my nerves and made me want to choke her to death, I knew I wouldn’t let Sasha fuck with her.

  “Touch me. I dare you.” The challenge in Noelle’s eyes flared. God, the heat rolling off of her was burning me alive. Sasha didn’t seem the least bit concerned with anything that N
oelle had to say. In fact, she ignored Noelle altogether, her attention averting down to her nails, as if they were of more importance.

  The anxiety that formed deep in the pit of my stomach sank lower with every step that Noelle took away from me. I felt like an asshole for not standing up for her. I mean after all, wasn’t that what a brother was supposed to do? Yet I was pretty fucking impressed that she could hold her own against someone like Sasha.

  “Thank God, she’s gone. I thought she would never leave.” Sasha looked up from her nail bed, annoyance saturating her words. I could see the look of claim forming in her eyes. Yeah, that wasn’t happening either.

  “Let’s get something clear from this point forward. You and I can fuck, we can fuck however you want, and wherever you want...” I made sure she was looking at me so she understood just exactly what I was saying.

  “But do not, and I mean it,” my voice grew cold, “fuck with her. I don’t care if the two of you had problems before I came along, if you fucking hate each other, but you don’t fuck with her. Got it?” I stared at her harshly, not breaking eye contact until I saw the small curt nod of her head, letting me know she understood what I was saying. For some reason the nod of her head didn’t seem like it was enough of an answer to me. I needed to press the issue further, just to prove my point and let her know just how serious I was.

  “No, I want to hear the words. I want to know that we are clear,” I whispered sternly, giving her an icy glare. I wasn’t sure she would still want to fuck me after this, but if she didn’t then none of this mattered anyway.

  Time seemed to stand still as she gazed up at me. There was a spark in her eyes that flared as I spoke. It was as if she was enjoying the dominant angry side of me.

  “Yes, Royal, we’re clear,” she purred. Now that we had gotten that out of the way, we could head to the locker rooms and blow off some steam. I grabbed her hand in mine and let her lead the way.

  All while the thought of Noelle lingered at the back of my mind.

  Chapter Six

  -Noelle

  Anger.

  Rage.

  Hate.

  All three were emotions I wasn’t familiar with in the least bit, but still seemed to simmer just beneath the surface all day long. It was as if I was preparing a roast, letting the meat marinate for hours, until it became weak and tender.

  I didn’t know why Royal hated me so much. He didn’t know enough about me to even form a proper opinion of me. Still he acted like he did, and that only made things hurt more. I was fiercely angry. I did everything in my power to make him feel welcome. To try and make him feel as comfortable as possible in a new town, house, and a school, and what do I get in return? Nothing but a slap to the face. A let me eye fuck Sasha Master’s in front of you, and then make you feel unworthy of the same air I breathe. Sure, why the fuck not.

  “Your stepbrother is a total asshole,” Jordan confessed, her words lodged behind the bite of pizza that she just stuffed in her mouth.

  “Dude, you have no fucking idea,” I responded, taking a drink of my Pepsi as I watched him with hate burning in my eyes from across the room. Royal was already starting to fit in like I never had. Bile rose in my throat, and the swig of soda I had just taken threatened to come back up. I shook my head in disbelief; he didn’t seem like the jock type, but there he was laughing right along with their jokes, sitting with the cool kids, pretending as if he was right at home.

  “All he did was fuck with Sasha during Economics class.” There was a pause as she spoke so she could take another bite from her slice of pizza. Her comment only made the bile rise a little bit more. I was seriously disgusted with him.

  “Also I don’t think he had his eyes on the board the entire time, and I kid you not, if I have to hear her fake ass giggle one more time I’m going to puke.” Jordan made a sour face, stuffing more food into her mouth.

  “I’m already about to puke.” I barely got the words out.

  “Let’s go over there and barf all over both of them!” Jordan snickered, her words laced with humor. She might be joking, but I considered taking her up on the offer.

  A laugh lodged in my throat. She was my best friend; the kind that you had from the first day of kindergarten and every single day after. If there was anyone that could relate to how I felt about Royal and his new groupies, it would be her.

  “You don’t even want to know about the vile things he did to me.” I pretended to gag, my mind drifting back to the soft caress of his tongue against my skin, the chills that ran all over my body followed by the searing pain that enveloped me as his teeth sank into my soft flesh. I couldn’t tell if I was really hurt by what he did, or really turned on. He was disgusting and so very disturbed, but still a part of me hoped that I could reach him and shake the bad out of him.

  “He’s nothing but a self-righteous pig, Noelle. Don’t let him get to you, babe,” she concluded as she finished her food, stuffing the remaining piece of food into her mouth.

  The lunchroom seemed to be louder than usual. Voices echoing and bouncing off every wall. It seemed as if every eye was trained on Royal and the other popular kids. A knot formed in my chest as the mere thought of him actually becoming friends with them all.

  He would invite them over, go to football games with them, and plan activities that I would never be a part of.

  He would make my already severely lacking social life that much more nonexistent. I couldn’t stand them here, so if I had to deal with them in the comfort of my own home then I would for sure lose my shit. That was the only safe place I had.

  “That much is obvious. He’s with Sasha Master’s; it’s kind of self-explanatory when she basically throws herself at him without knowing him but a second.” The mere mention of her name off my lips made me want to commit murder. The girl was on my last nerve at every turn. I didn’t like Royal anymore then he liked me, but I didn’t want him getting caught up in the wrong crowd.

  “Look at me,” Jordan ordered, forcing me to avert my attention from Royal and back to her instead. A giant smile began to form on her face, her hazel eyes glimmering with mischief. Yeah, I was positive she was up to no good.

  “What Jordan?” I raised an eyebrow in questioning, not sure I wanted to hear what she had to say on the matter.

  “Nothing that happens today, tomorrow, or a week from now in this place will matter in the long run. None of the people that are here right now will be a part of your life after high school... well, except me,” she added with a wink then continued on.

  “Therefore, none of these people really matter, and nothing that takes place here will matter either. For instance, what you’re wearing today or how you act and talk tomorrow. None of that shit matters. Nothing from the past will be of any value; it will be nothing but a brief memory in time.” Jordan gave me this whole speech more than once. Just because you had money and the look, didn’t necessarily mean you fit in with the right crowd.

  “I totally get that. I just hoped for more from him. Not to instantly fall into the wrong crowd, and slide straight into Sasha’s vagina all within one day.” I couldn’t even talk about this right now. No matter how much I tried to look anywhere else but at him, my eyes always betrayed me, slowly finding their way back to him in the mass of students.

  The one single time that I didn’t try and hide my feelings, or force my stare away was of course the one time I caught him staring back at me. A moment seemed to pass between us. Unsaid words lingered, and in his eyes I could see the same anger that stirred inside of me, boiling deep inside of him.

  “You thought he would be different, and he isn’t. Plus, it doesn’t help that your heart is made of gold, and we both know you don’t deserve to have to watch someone crash and burn,” Jordan finished my sentence for me. I did have a heart of gold, and I desperately wanted to see the good in Royal. I wanted it so badly that I could taste it.

  I knew there was more to him than a criminal record and a bad attitude. You just had to be able
to stick around long enough to get underneath all of that. He was like an onion; he had the power to make you cry as you peeled back each layer exposing something you never knew about him.

  “No.” It hit me then that if I wanted to truly see the person Royal was, to really see him in his most vulnerable place, to get there I would have to stick through the hate and pain. I would have to endure his remarks, his obscene sexual gestures, and his hateful looks. I would have to break down his walls until I made certain he understood that I wasn’t just going to give up and disappear. That I wasn’t going to walk away from him. I wasn’t a quitter, and I wasn’t about to give up on him. I wasn’t his Dad or any other sorry soul on this planet.

  “Oh no. I know that look; what have you thought of now?” Jordan spat the words out, along with a piece of cupcake that she started chewing on while she waited for me to get out of my own head. I looked down at it and then back up to her, pursing my lips.

  She shrugged her shoulders. “Sorry, now answer me. The bell is about to ring and then I’ll have to sit in class for the rest of the day trying to figure out what you’re thinking inside that crazy head of yours.”

  “I know how to get underneath his skin and break through the barriers that surround him,” I rushed out, knowing she probably wants to stop me before I even get started. I held up a finger and pleaded with my eyes for her to listen.

  ”He’s so used to people walking away, so used to them assuming the worst of him or not even giving him a chance to prove himself.” I paused watching as everything was clicking in Jordan’s mind.

  “I’m going to be that one person in his life he can’t shake. I’m going to do whatever I can to see the good in him and make him realize that I won’t abandon him like everyone else. It’ll be hard as hell, but I’ll have to let the hurtful things he says and does go. I’ll have to remember it’s a defense mechanism and that’s it.”

  I casted a glare across the cafeteria and straight at Royal, studying him like he was my newest project, like I could fix him. He was still sitting with the assholes of my class. I could see him looking at me and watching me as I watched him. There was something very personal about it; sitting in a packed cafeteria with hundreds of kids but both just watching each other as if no one else was here with us. As if there weren’t table upon table separating us. Royal was dangerous… to my heart, my soul, and possibly my life.