Page 43 of Wicked Dreams (Fallen Royals 1)

“Are you turned on?”

He pauses, one hand edging under my panties. He hasn’t even really touched me, and I’m wet. I don’t have to be a virgin to know that he’s affecting me in strange ways.

“I’m going to find out one way or another, love,” he whispers. His lips tease the skin just behind my ear, his tongue flicking out and tasting me. “Last chance.”

“Caleb.”

His hand plunges down. I buck against him, but he shifts us so my chest is pressed to his car. He kicks my legs wider, assaulting my clit with a dangerous tempo. My heart races. We’re outside.

Just like every other time he’s done this to you.

“Oh my god, Caleb,” I groan. I roll it to the side when his lips find my neck, biting and sucking. I have to brace my hand on his car as something builds up inside me.

“You don’t fucking talk to him,” he growls, biting my shoulder. “You don’t fucking look at another guy, love, because you’re mine.”

His words, his teeth, his finger on my clit. It’s sensory overload. I’m building and building, racing toward an unknown cliff, and I’m putty in his hands. I couldn’t move—I’d do anything to make him stay.

“Okay.”

His teeth ease, his lips and tongue soothing the spot, and his finger slips inside me. I groan.

“One day you’ll be spread out in my kitchen, and I’ll devour you,” he promises. “I’m going to fuck your pussy, and you’ll be screaming my name. But for today…”

His free hand slides up my stomach, and he pinches my nipple, twisting it in his fingers. It’s pain and pleasure, and suddenly a wave crashes over me, knocking me off the cliff. I soar.

Stars burst behind my eyes.

He holds me as my body trembles. When I come back to myself, his nose is in my hair. His lips touch the top of my head.

“Don’t forget what we talked about,” he says, releasing me.

I turn around and look at him. His eyes are dark, appraising me. He smiles at something on my face, but it’s too fleeting.

We get into his car, and he puts his hand on my thigh. I don’t even mind it, because… I think I’m a bit out of my mind.

He’s tormented me for weeks, and now he’s claimed my body. He’s a bully…

He’s my bully.

I hate you, I say in my head, just testing it out. It sounds weak, even to me. It’s a half-hearted plea to my own self. Hate him, damn it!

He stops in front of the Jenkins’ house and glances at me.

I lower the visor and check my face in the mirror, making sure everything is in place. It’s as if nothing ever happened.

I slide out of the car, ready to close it, when he leans toward me.

“You forgot something.”

I raise my eyebrow, and he takes my phone out of his pocket. He tosses it to me.

“Sweet dreams.” He winks.

I shake my head, knowing that I’ll probably dream of him. After that, how can I not?

He watches me walk up the driveway and into the house. It’s only eleven-thirty, and I’m sober as a nun. Just like I wanted.

In the living room, Robert is reading a book with a blanket on his lap. He smiles and gestures for me to come over.

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