Wicked Royals (Elites of Macedon High 1)

“Hey, that’s my line.”

“Whatever.” I turn back to the dark evergreen on the right side of the road. “Those lips…”

Soren hisses, adjusting himself in his seat. I don’t need to look to know why he’s adjusting himself. He clears his throat and adds, “That gag reflex is sensitive, too. Goddamn, I wish we hadn’t gotten interrupted.”

“Did you see that look on her face?” I let myself grin, the amusement barely reaching my eyes. “Fucking teasing bitch deserves to get knocked down from her fucking high horse.”

“All that pride is such a waste.”

I shrug my left shoulder, loosening the muscle that stiffened from fucking the maid earlier. “It ruins her beauty.”

“That’s fucking true.”

“She’s small, too. Easy to throw her around.”

He clears his throat louder. “Maybe that’s what needs to happen to get her under control. She’s gorgeous and wealthy, and she fucking flaunts it.”

“Dangling it right in front of everyone.”

“Lev was right. She’s not innocent. Did you see the way she looked up at me? That was a fucking money shot waiting to happen.”

The growl that vibrates my throat doesn’t mask the sound of my phone vibrating in my pocket. I whip it out and shut it off, slamming it into the center console to get it the fuck away from me. Tabitha needs to accept our bitter end. It wouldn’t have lasted anyway. A random fuck that turns into regular pussy never does. That’s all she is—was to me.

“I’m not surprised Felipe is dead,” I state through gritted teeth. “The way he flaunted all that shit? Yeah, I’d cap him, too.”

“I just can’t stop laughing about the fact that you have to marry the queen of blue balls.”

Scrubbing my hand down my face doesn’t get rid of my grimace. “Don’t fucking remind me.”

“I’m sure we could break her in.” His lips curl mischievously. “All new horses need to be broken in.”

The idea of reducing Alex to a whimpering mess in front of me, of seeing her knees bruised, of witnessing the streaks of mascara staining her cheeks while she begs for mercy—that gets me harder than fucking that useless cunt of a maid.

It’s my turn to adjust myself.

“She’s a goddamn tease that needs to be taught a lesson,” Soren adds. “And I think that should start tonight. Don’t you?”

My jaw cracks as I grip my knee. “I think you’re fucking right.”