Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance) (4 page)

Chapter Five

-Royal

Sauk Prep was exactly as I knew it would be. A piece of shit school with a bunch of stuck-up jocks and prissy bitches that thought they were better than you because their families had money. The school itself wasn’t so bad; it reminded me of any other typical school, minus the green and white school uniforms we were forced to wear. Thankfully they didn’t have one for me yet, so I got to wear my denim jeans and t-shirt.

                     I watched Noelle out of the corner of my eye as we sat in the school office together waiting for Principle Jefferson, as she called him. She was wearing the uniform: a green skirt with a button-down white t-shirt that was tucked in. Her sunshine-colored hair was curled at the ends, and she had a headband in her hair. The only thing that gave way to her own personal style were the pair of hot pink chucks she was wearing. Yeah, anyone with eyes could see she was sexy as hell.

                     “Stop staring at me,” she whisper-yelled at me, shooting dagger from her eyes. I smirked, knowing just how much it pissed her off. Ever since our argument where I exposed myself to her, she had been distant. Which was a good thing because I didn’t want a whole lot to do with her either. I mean she was nice to look at, but that was about all.

                     “It’s a good thing I can do whatever I want then, isn’t it?” I relaxed into my chair, my eyes skimming up her long legs. She was beautiful; I would give her that. Something decent to look at, but she stood for everything I hated about my father. She got the life that I never had; the money that paid for all the things she could ever want and need.

                     “Asshole,” she muttered under her breath. My smile grew at the same rate her anger did. I watched as she clasped her tiny fists together in her lap. It made me feel better to evoke anger out of her. After all, her and her mother were the reason I had to live as I did and the cause of most of my problems.

                     “Bitch,” I whispered back. She whipped her head around, staring me straight in the eyes with a look of shock and confusion forming in those hazel orbs. Did she seriously think we would be friends? Didn’t she get that I didn't want a damn thing to do with her or her perfect little parents?

                     “Noelle, Royal, please come in.” Mr. Jefferson’s voice met my ears, and of course I shot up from my chair, walking over to him before Noelle even had a chance to stand. I looked Mr. Jefferson up and down, sizing him up. He was a large man, a bit round in the belly, though his height seemed to make up for it.

The gray suit he was wearing said he took his job seriously, and I wanted to ask him if it was really that hard of a job supervising a bunch of stuck-up brats, but I didn’t. I could save it for another time knowing damn well I would be in his office again. Probably several more times if my track record with authority said anything about me.

                     “Thank you for seeing us, Mr. Jefferson.” Noelle gave him a soft smile as he ushered us into his office, closing the door behind us.

                     “Not a problem, Noelle. Anything for you.” His eyes twinkled as he stared at her. I was starting to wonder if Noelle blew him in between classes with the way he was looking at her.

                     “Royal needs a class schedule, and then we need to place an order for uniforms.” She carried on a conversation with him as if I wasn’t here at all. It didn’t sit well with me to be ignored all while being the topic of discussion. To say I was pissed off was an understatement.

                     “I don’t need a uniform, thank you,” I commented before Mr. Jefferson could. He narrowed his eyes at me in annoyance. I could tell he was judging me, making assumptions about me. I wanted him to. I would prove him right every single time. I wasn’t about making people think that I was a good person when I knew I wasn’t.

                     “Uniforms are a requirement, Mr. Black, and I’m sure that your father has already explained that to you. A failure to follow school policies can land you in some hot water, son. If I were you, I would stick to doing as you’re told.” He spoke with authority, like his words meant I had to obey them or some shit. That didn’t fly with me. Not in the least bit. You could call me whatever you wanted, say whatever you wanted to me, but it was my choice to decide what I wanted to do with it. I didn’t like being told what to do. Not at fucking all.

                     “He understands, Mr. Jefferson.” Noelle’s eyes shot to mine, I could see the words she was saying without even speaking. She had all but told me to shut the fuck up ten times over. I wanted to laugh at her for thinking she had such a right, but would find a way to get back at her later on. It wasn’t hard to make her blush. I bet she was still a virgin with her reaction to me removing my pants the other day.

                     Though it would be kind of surprising with all the shit she has access to. Money has the power to change things for people. Anything could happen with a couple hundred dollar bills.

                     “Alright then. Most of your classes correspond with Noelle’s and will stay that way the rest of the semester while you learn where all the classes are located.” I nodded my head in understanding not meeting Mr. Jefferson’s glare.

                     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 Noelle had to say. In fact, she ignored Noelle altogether, her attention averting down to her nails, as if they were of more importance.