Dirty Wicked Prince (Court Legacy 1)

“Why not?” He shrugged as if it were casual. As if what he’d done wasn’t a completely nice and normal thing. Tugging my T-shirt, he brought me forward.

I went.

He exuded heat, sex and had I not still had to go to the bathroom, I might have considered doing som

ething really stupid. Something like kiss his face off until we both couldn’t breathe and be underneath him until I didn’t know where he ended or I began.

“So cautious of me,” he said, playing with my hair. His rough fingers barely grazed my neck, and my flesh heated. He smiled. “Do you ever let your guard down?”

“Do you?” An honest question, and had either of us given each other a reason to? We fucking hated each other.

But right now, we sure weren’t acting like it.

A tense muscle feathered Dorian’s jaw after what I said. He wet his lips. “You should get dressed. If you need a bathroom, this room has one. I should know, this room’s mine.”

My mouth parted. “You have a room in Ares’s house?”

Dorian popped up his big shoulders again. “I’m over here enough.” His hands palmed up my arms until he found my neck. He tipped my chin. “Wolf’s my brother. Thatcher and Wells too.”

I almost asked a stupid question in that moment. He’d mentioned another name behind that door. I wanted to know if this Charlie person was also close to him.

His fingers flicked my hair out of my face. He pinched my shorts, summoning me to come close.

I went again.

I was stupid again, letting his finger curl beneath my jaw.

“You’re a head fuck, you know that?” He scanned my eyes. His hand covered my throat before he forced a kiss so hard on me I nearly shattered again. He’d broken me last night. He’d broken us, whatever we’d been before gone.

And he called me the head fuck.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Sloane

Dorian never told me where he was going, and I didn’t ask after he left the room. He let me get ready, and after, I went to school.

I didn’t even see him on the way out.

I did see Thatcher and Wells, though, before I left. They were in the kitchen, basically raiding Ares’s fridge. Apparently, his parents were out for the week on business, and those particular weeks were the ones where he always threw his parties. They told me all about it while shoveling frozen waffles and microwave hash browns between their lips. They offered me some, but I only took a waffle because I was hungry and didn’t have time to go home before class. I also wanted to get the fuck out of there.

Last night and this morning had been weird enough.

I had to say I was glad I hadn’t drunk any alcohol last night because coming to school with a hangover would have just been the cherry on the weirdest fucking night ever in recorded history. Actually, upon getting to school, I questioned if I’d had an out-of-body experience. I questioned if last night had happened and if this morning Dorian Prinze had actually been nice to me.

With school came the stares.

They occurred once I entered the familiar halls of Windsor Prep. People were talking. I also got more than a few catcalls. They’d all obviously heard about me having my own personal costume party last night, and I got the usual song and dance of people talking about me. More than one creep tried to fondle my ass, and after fighting off a third, I came across Bru at his locker. He had a curious brace on his hand and a more than knowing expression on his face when he looked at me.

He smiled a little. “So, um…”

“Don’t.” I shoved him, making him laugh.

He lifted his hands. “I wasn’t going to say anything,” he stated, but he most certainly was going to say something. He hung an arm on his locker. “Do I take it that this war with you and Legacy is over? Wells and Thatcher never said who they were getting your clothes for this morning, but they don’t move unless Dorian tells them.”

Sounded like Wells and Thatcher had never revealed my dirty laundry, but my brother was intuitive. He’d guessed it was Dorian I’d stayed with last night.

“I don’t fucking know,” I admitted because I didn’t. Dorian Prinze was a special egg. A dark special egg. I grabbed my brother’s arm, lifting his brace. “Anyway, it sounds like you’re starting your own war. Wolf mentioned you slugged him.”