Cover Reveal: Royal Prick by J.L. Beck
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“He was more than just my
stepbrother…”
Royal is a prick.
A sexy as hell
prick.
The I need and want to screw you right now kind
of prick.
The arrogant, I can do and f*ck whoever I want
to type.
He's so self-entitled that I want to punch him in the
face, yet kiss him at the same time.
I hate him but at
the same time, still want him.
A darkness surrounds him.
He has secerts. For instance where he sneaks off to almost every
night.
He'll break my heart and my headboard if let
him.
I wanted Royal, but could I handle his darkness?
We all have secrets we want to
keep, but I plan on unraveling his.
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Copyright J.L. Beck 2016
“You almost killed him Royal.”
Sasha punched Royal in the arm, forcing him to turn his black orbs on
her. I could tell the person she knew him as, was gone. In its place
was a cold, heartless man.
“Good.”
He scoffed brushing her away so he could rip off his shirt that was
covered it grass, blood, and dirt. I stood there in awe, and terror
of what I had just seen and what would happen next. Then the darkness
in his eyes turned on me and I did the one and only thing I knew I
could do.
I
ran. I hauled ass to my jeep, by passing Jordan, and everyone else.
She would be okay. It was me who wouldn’t be if I didn’t get the
hell out of here right this second. My breaths came out in pants, as
I ran to my jeep. I could hear heavy footfalls behind me but couldn’t
stop not even for a second to look and see who it was that was
following me.
“Go
ahead run from me Noelle. Just know that when you get home I’ll be
there waiting for you.” I stopped my body landing against the hood
of my jeep as I shoved my hand into my front pocket trying to grab my
keys. I shouldn’t have chosen the tightest pair of shorts I had.
“Come
on princess, I thought you wanted to see me at my worst…”
His voice was growing closer. The tone of his voice sent shivers down
my spine and made my insides curl. Just as my fingers touched the
cold metal of my keys I felt hot breath at the back of my neck. I
stopped wiggling, hell I probably stopped breathing too.
“Is
it true? What you said back there about not being mine?” There was
so much deepness to his voice, the words he spoke vibrated against my
skin as he skimmed his lips across the side of my throat. A quiver
wracked my body. This wasn’t happening, not after everything that
we had fought against.
“It
is true.” The words came out in little puffs. I could feel the air
around us change it grew hot, electrically charged, like that of the
air during a summer nights thunderstorm.
“Don’t
lie to me Noelle.” He growled, one of his fists coming out of
nowhere and landing harshly against the car door. His whole body was
covering me, crowding me, cornering me.
“It’s
not a lie.” I was done fighting. Everything he did to
Dom tonight was not needed not one single thing. I wasn’t
his. To him I was just a brat a spoiled fucking brat. I didn’t know
pain. Not like he did. I whirled around, coming face to face with the
beast inside of him. I couldn’t look away as the darkness in his
eyes ate at the good inside of me. I wanted him. I wanted him so
fucking bad.
“You’re
right, it’s not a lie. I want you too I want you bad enough that I
would break the law for you. I would put myself in danger again just
for you.” His words were harsh.
“I
don’t need you too do anything for me…” His hand shot out, his
pointer finger landing against my cold lips, all but telling me to be
quiet. I could see the danger, it was right there, just like the
trigger on a gun waiting to be pulled.
“For
you Noelle I will do anything… There is no limit to the lengths I
will go.” I was once again in a trance the power he had over me was
overwhelming. I wanted to tell him no a million times over, there was
no future, no nothing for either one of us. He was my stepbrother it
was wrong, forbidden, dirty to have feelings for him. Wasn’t it?
“This
can’t happen Royal. We can’t do this.” Somehow I got the words
I wanted to say out. I casted my eyes down to the grass covered
ground. If I looked into his eyes any longer I knew I would give in
to whatever it was that he wanted.
Rough
fingers touched my chin, forcing my eyes to come back up to his. My
heart throbbed in my chest, and my body shook with desires I wasn’t
even aware of. This was a dangerous game we were playing, one that
could end with one or both of us hurt.
“I
just want this…” The rest of his words were lost as he placed his
warm lips against mine. The taste of blood overwhelmed me, and then
it was as if nothing else mattered. The fight between him and Dom
didn’t matter Sasha didn’t, my mom, his dad, nothing but us
mattered in that one fraction of a second. Everything changed with
the impact of that kiss. My knees bowed, and my body warmed all over.
Pulses of pleasure filled my abdomen. I was melting into his touch,
my nails digging into the muscles of his chest. A moan slipped out
between my lips, and Royal was right there swallow up my small cries
of pleasure from his lips.
I wanted him. No, I needed him. I needed that kiss like I needed air
in my lungs. His lips devoured mine, his tongue slowly slipping into
my mouth. Our tongues mingled together, the pleasure in my belly
swirling around and around. I could no longer see what was up or
down. I collapsed against the door of my car, Royal’s strong arms
being the only thing that held me up. He continued his assault on my
mouth and I let him.
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