Vicious Prince (Royal Elite 5)

Thick silence lingers between us for a second too long.

I expected Ronan to act on that since he did before. I expected him to tell me fuck no, or kiss me, or anything.

Instead…he’s smiling.

Why the hell is he smiling?

“You do that, belle.”

What?

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go schedule my threesome.” He pushes off me.

The emptiness of the air on my skin is like being abandoned, being thrown away.

It’s one of my most hated feelings in the world.

“I’m not kidding.” I speak to his back. “I will do it.”

He glances at me over his shoulder. “I’ll do it too.”

And then he’s walking again. Damn it. Damn it.

It wasn’t supposed to go this way. Why the hell isn’t he stopping me? He should, and I would stop him in return.

Unless the arsehole actually wants to do this?

He can’t…be serious.

“Ronan.” I grind out his name, expecting him to ignore me, but he turns around and faces me.

There’s still that loathsome smile on his face, the one I want to burn to ashes. “What is it, belle?”

“Is this another game?”

“I don’t know. You tell me, because I don’t play fair.”

“Just because you have a dick doesn’t mean you’re the only one who gets to do things.”

“Just because you have a pussy doesn’t mean you’re the only one who gets to do things,” he shoots back without missing a beat.

It’s a challenge. He’s challenging me.

“What do you want?” I snap. “Tell me.”

“I want you to tell me.”

“How the hell would I know what you want?”

“Figure it out. You started this.”

“I started this?” I repeat, incredulous.

“You did. Now, as you fix it, I’ll go get my dose.”

This time, I don’t stop him as he disappears into the class, even though something in my chest shrivels and dies.

Fuck him.