Vicious Prince (Royal Elite 5)

“Nothing.” I try to step inside again.

This time, he pulls me behind him and slams my back against the wall of a dark corner near the teacher’s room.

Damn it. What’s with him and pinning me to walls?

And why is my spine tingling with anticipation?

When I meet his gaze, it’s a bit blank, a bit unreadable, a bit shadowed. “I said. What the fuck was that all about?”

Is it so wrong that my entire body comes to life whenever he looks at me that way? Whenever he sheds his mask and shows me his true, raw self?

Only to me. Not anyone else but me.

Still, I use my stern tone. “Don’t you dare disrespect me in front of others, Ronan. I don’t react well to it.”

“Obviously.” His fingers dig into my arm, and although his skin is separated from mine by my jacket and shirt, it’s almost as if he’s gripping my bare flesh and engraving himself into it.

“Let me go,” I hiss, watching our surroundings. Teachers wouldn’t react well to this scene.

“Not before we clear things up.”

“What things?”

“Like your stupid belief that you own me.” His voice is cold, cruel even. “You don’t own me, belle. It’s the other way around.”

I lift my chin. “Is that what you think?”

“That’s what it is, and if you challenge me again, I’ll prove it.”

“Prove it how?”

“Considering your show just now…” He trails off. “You don’t want to know that.”

“Ronan,” I warn.

“Teal.” He grins.

“Fuck you.”

“I’ll be doing more than fucking you if you don’t heed my warning.”

“What are you talking about?”

He places his arm against the wall by my head and leans down so his face is a mere breath away from mine. My breasts heave an inch away from his jacket.

“Stay away from Agnus, and this is, as you said earlier, your first and final warning.”

The sense of provocation hits me again. I want him to kiss me, to bite my lip and draw blood. I want him to devour me like this is the last day on earth and I’m the only one he wants to spend it with.

But most of all, I want him to breathe life into me.

“And if I don’t?” I murmur.

“I’ll be doing a lot of fucking, and not with you.” His face and voice are neutral. “You’re welcome to the front-row seat since you’re into voyeurism. I’ll put on a show for you as I fuck Claire and her friend while you watch and know it won’t be you.”

Something red and hot bursts inside me. It could be my own blood or my veins or rage; I don’t know. All I know is that I can’t shut up. I have to give back what he served.

“After that, you can watch my show.” I run my fingers over his tie. “I have a dial list, you know. All the men who fucked me will be open for a redo, and guess what, Ronan? They’re my type — older, experienced, and aware of how to make a woman feel good.”