Wicked Royals (Elites of Macedon High 1)

Given that it’s the dingiest thing to ever grace the docks at Thasos, it sticks out like a sore fucking thumb, making it easy to locate her. That means I can always find her. Even if I didn’t have that, she can’t hide from me for long, especially when she knows what she owes me.

After rolling up sloppily into the first available parking space, I cut off the engine, silence invading my ears with a persistent, elongated ring. A few large strides get me onto the pier, darkness crowding the docks and the boats that line up to my left. Moonlight glimmers on the surface of the water, winking as waves lap rhythmically at the sides of the yachts that I pass.

A shadowy figure looms ahead just between two brightly shining rustic lamps. Stepping beneath the next orb of light reveals exactly who I’m looking for—the queen of blue balls. Alex walks toward me with her eyes hooked on her phone. The light of the screen illuminates her face when she steps into another shadow, her delicate lips the first thing I notice. I’m ravenous when I realize how her eyelids droop lazily, how her tongue dances on the edge of her lower lip.

She’s fucking asking for it. That innocent shit doesn’t fool me, not in the least.

The gap closes between us, an ache growing in my gut made of pure primal instinct. That’s yours, it urges. Claim it.

Stepping into her path causes a collision, her nose bumping into my broad chest. A gasp echoes from her lips as her phone clatters to the ground, a wild look of terror etched into her features as she dances on the edge of an illuminated patch of the pier. One step forward invites her retreat.

Which only pisses me off.

“You ran off,” I point out, my voice like gravel. My muscles flex defensively when I notice the way she raises her hands—as if she could ever fucking fight me off. “We’re not finished.”

“Parker, don’t—”

Advancing, my voice drops even lower, a scraping growl vibrating my throat. “Youran off.”

“What are you…?” Her throat visibly contracts, sneakers skittering over the wood of the pier as she continues backing away. “I’ll scream.”

“No, you won’t.” Wide eyes flicker between my face and the space behind me. She could try to run again, but there’s no use. I’m getting what’s owed to me. I’m going to get a taste of what belongs in my bed. Her back flattens against a lamp pole, hitched gasps greeting my chin as I press into her space. “Saying no will cost you.”

The whimper that drifts from her mouth drives me wild. I snatch her elbow and yank her onto a nearby yacht, not caring who owns it or what’s on it. Furious hunger steals my movements, inspiring me to pin her to a wall despite her protests. The way she shakes and shivers eggs me on. It’s not like the maid. It’s different.

It’s better.

“Parker, no.” Frantic hands grab my wrist when I reach for her jeans. The rumbling growl that responds causes her fingers to go slack, shoulders slumping into the wall. Her thighs stiffen, and I know exactly what’s waiting for me under that zipper.

It’s the same thing that was waiting for me in the stairwell at school.

“You’re a tease, Alex,” I hiss while unzipping her pants. I nudge into her jaw, her skin twitching as she recoils. I box her in with my right leg, the subtle buck of her hips prompting me to proceed. “You want this, don’t you?”

She hums her denial, but the desire is written in her eyes. That’s not fear there. That’s shock. She’s surprised by how much she likes it, how much she wants to be dominated. It’s not the desperate grappling of the maid. It’s pure bashful pride, like she thinks she’s too good for me—but she still can’t help her reaction.

Plunging beneath her panties, I find precisely what I thought. “And you said you didn’t want it.”

“Parker, don’t…”

Her words fade when I prod her little hole, satisfied by the way she throbs around my fingers. “Don’t what? Are you trying to deny what belongs to me?”

Pale light invades the spacious hall, lamps from the pier partially illuminating what I’m doing to her. I watch the divot between her eyebrows deepen, her throat clench repeatedly, and the defiant flare of her nostrils. Her eyes are closed, and her lower lip twitches as she presses herself harder into the wall.

“Open your eyes,” I command. “Look how hot you are for me.” I slide my fingers deeper, brushing my palm against her clit. The way I claim her cunt makes her shudder uncontrollably, chest heaving with undeniable desire. When I grab her chin, her eyes pop open, frightened pupils blown so wide that her eyes look like marbles. “Tell me you like it, Alex.”

She grits her teeth. “I…I like it…”

The walls of her cunt contract around my prodding fingers, making me groan. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Please…” She shakes her head, fighting against the grip I have on her chin. “I don’t…”

“Shut the fuck up, Alex.”

I angle my hand down and then rapidly pump my fingers up into her cunt, listening to the rhythmic slosh that erupts. Her fists clench at her sides and her chest heaves once more, her body going rigid against the wall. Nipping her jaw tears a moan from her mouth, and she bows forward as she exhales loudly. I catch her throat and sweep my thumb over her trachea, a warning for her to stay still while I work.

She’s lucky I’m even doing this for her. I never fuck around with foreplay, the whole thing too beneath me to do. I don’t need to prime whatever hole I’m taking. I just need to take it. But considering my disagreement with my friends got far too heated last night, and we still haven’t agreed on who gets to fuck her fresh twat, I’m exercising control.

That’s more than anyone could ever fucking ask for.