“He didn’t mean it, Royal…” Noelle’s voice was meek, ringing loudly in my ears. I could see nothing and feel nothing but the need to destroy. I lifted my arm extending my fist into his face, the hit knocking him out cold. I didn’t even give his friend a second thought.
I ignored him, grabbing Noelle by the hand, and forcing her to walk with me to the locker room. We were done playing this cat and mouse game.
Our feelings needed sorted out and the easiest way to do that was to fuck each other into submission. Noelle’s pussy was mine.
Chapter Twenty-Four
-Noelle
His grip was tight against my hand, so tight I almost worried that I was losing blood circulation and would end up with a bruise from where his hand gripped mine. Acid burned up my throat as equal amounts of fear and excitement rolled through me. I wanted Royal since the moment I met him, and more and more the longer I spent time with him. Now I was finally going to get him and best of all I was getting him for who he was, not the person he wanted me to see him as.
Not a tame version of him. All of him.
“Do you want me to kill you quick or fuck you to death?” he quipped. I couldn’t resist the comment that was sitting on the tip of my tongue.
“The second one please!” I must have answered him with far more excitement than he wanted because in the blink of an eye I was slammed against the brick wall of the warehouse, the jagged pieces of the brick digging into my skin as his beautifully dark face showed right in front of me. Barely contained rage burned in his eyes.
“Is this some type of fucking game too you, Noelle?” he growled the words out, sniffing the air around me. I laughed, shaking my head no, a small hiccup escaping from my lips.
“Of course not, my dark prince,” I giggled making fun of his fighting name.
“Are you drunk? You smell like you have been swimming around in a fucking pool of alcohol!” I could see the anger mounting. The happiness I felt just moments ago was fleeting. In its place was my own trembling anger. I told him more than once that judging me wasn’t going to be something that I would allow. I wasn’t going to be told what I could and couldn’t do anymore. I don’t know why he thought he was my fucking keeper or that he had any say in my life.
All he did was play games.
“No shit, of course I’ve been drinking. You would have to drink too, to get through my life, asshole. I have a bitch for a mother and then there is you, and your back and forth bullshit!” I yelled at him, my eyes lingering over his lips. I wanted to lean in and kiss him. I wanted to place my soft lips against his hard ones and see where the action would take us.
His pale blue eyes darkened, as he looked me up and down. I was wearing a mini-skirt and a shirt that showed more cleavage than was acceptable. I knew the disapproving gleam in his eyes was geared toward that.
“Please tell me you didn’t willingly let that fucker kiss you. Please tell me you didn’t go out with Jordan wearing this, and please for the ever loving fuck of God tell me that nothing happened between the two of you?” Fear laced his words. The anger he had for me went out the window and for some reason that didn’t sit well with me.
I wanted the angry Royal, the man that wanted to rip my clothes to shreds. The one that pulled me in here wanting to fuck me against this wall without a care in the world.
“Who cares about any of that? I want you,” I purred against his chest, reaching out for him. I just needed to feel his touch against my skin, to feel his body close to mine, and to feel him deep inside of me.
“I do, Noelle.” He grabbed my wrists stopping me from touching him. “I care, baby.” Leaning into my face he placed a soft kiss on my forehead, dragging his lips down my face to land against my cheek. There were smear marks of blood on my hands from touching Royal, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care how bloody or sweaty he was, I just wanted him to continue touching me.
“It doesn’t matter what happened with him. It’s in the past, and I’m here with you. Only ever you.” I breathed him in— his scent, his touch calming me. My belly was churning, a lightheaded feeling coming over me.
“I didn’t want you to see me like that. I’m not the same person when I’m fighting as I am right this second. I’m different when you’re around. This is the guy I want you to see not the one that was in the ring beating the shit out of some guy,” Royal spoke as he ran his hands through my hair caressing my scalp.
“Dammit, Noelle, when I looked up from the fight and saw you standing next to that guy, I was torn between wanting to fuck the hell out of you and strangling him with his own fucking organs. And then when he kissed you…” His confession was so raw, so consuming. He didn’t speak with rage or anger, he spoke with pure honesty.