Page 89 of Wild Fury (Fallen Royals 6)

You don’t do it for me. I told her that once, at a game. I had heard the rumors, knew everyone saw her as my slut. I did nothing to disengage those, even when she asked me about them a year later. Even if she wanted to confirm that I knew.

I did—and I egged them on.

Then, I threatened to shove my dick down her throat in public. She wasn’t put off by it. Nothing I did ever scared her away. It just made her fascination with me more intense.

I inch into her mouth carefully. She doesn’t move, doesn’t tear her eyes away from me. She’s hot and wet, and her lips close over me. She sucks, hard, and I bite the inside of my cheek. Her tongue swirls, working me, but she doesn’t fight when I pull out and thrust back in.

She just takes it, her expression never once shuttering. I hold the back of her head, hair wound around my fingers, and the need for release takes over. Her nails dig into the back of my thighs, holding me steady.

It doesn’t take long for stars to burst behind my eyes, and I come violently. I can relate more to a bottle rocket than a human for a long moment. Her throat works, swallowing around my dick, taking everything I have.

I look down at Lux, and she releases me. She falls back against the couch. She wipes away tears and drool, her gaze on the floor. She rises, still rubbing away the moisture between her thumb and index finger. Her face is flushed.

I touch under her chin, forcing her to look at me.

“Is this the part where you ask if I’m okay?” she murmurs.

“No.”

Her eyebrows draw together. “Then what?”

“You didn’t get off,” I say, because it’s the first thing that pops into my brain.

She takes a step back. “You can owe me one.”

I narrow my eyes.

Lux fiddles with her fingers. “What just happened…”

I turn away, already knowing what she’s going to say. That it wasn’t pretend. That it felt too real to be imaginary, or made up.

“I warned you.” My anger flares again. It’s fire under my skin, seeking an escape—and a target. “I told you it would be difficult. Too much for you. But you think you’re infallible, don’t you?”

She sniffs, and I pause.

Lux is extraordinarily good at hiding her emotions when I’m angry. She meets it with fury of her own. But this…

I spin around, and she’s wiping at her face. She gives me her back and collects her things, but her shoulders are hunched.

“What happened to staying?” I have to physically stop myself from grabbing her. I’d force her to sit and live through this… but that might be too mean, even for me.

“I can’t.” She glances over her shoulder at me. “And if you fall asleep and forget everything… I think that might be for the best.”

Her words find their target, and I cringe.

“I’m going home.”

I watch her scurry to the door. I grind my teeth until the slam of it closing has faded back into silence. On the street, an engine roars to life. I cross to the window and watch her speed away in my car.

“Fuck,” I say. I kick over my coffee table, the two water glasses and my phone crashing to the floor. The glasses break, and the phone skids away. It’s not enough. My scabbed over knuckles from the first time she kissed me, when it went horribly wrong, are ready to break open again.

I pick up pieces of the water glasses and squeeze. The edges bite into my palm. Blood immediately wells, running down the glass and dripping onto the floor. It barely touches my mood. Doesn’t so much as sway the boiling pressure in my chest.

There’s nowhere to direct my rage except at myself—and I deserve all of the pain I’m about to inflict.

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