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Royce isn’t dumb, but he can be an idiot. Yes, there’s a difference.
Royce spins around and licks his lips. His lips have always been distracting. Bet they’re real fucking soft.
This is who Royce is. Cocky, brash, and oh-so-fucking aware of every single thing he brings to the table, all to just eat you.
“Well go on then, Duchess.” His eyes come to mine, the soft swell of his lips curving over his freakishly straight teeth. He nudges his head, one hand sneaking into his pants. “Come get it.”
“Smile, Dutch.” He leans forward, pressing the cushion of his thumb against my bottom lip. “Wouldn’t want this pretty little face to stay like that.”
There’s never been a shadow of a doubt of what I mean to Royce and I him. Love is love, but when it’s unconditional, it’s for life.
“Foster brother is a synonym for loophole, just sayin’,” Royce teases, flashing his tongue cheekily.
It was as though the universe just fucking shifted anytime we were around each other after that. He embedded himself into my heart and I sewed my name across his limbs. We fight a lot, but we love hard and when it comes to him and me, one cannot exist without the other.
“You’re a fucking brat, you know that, right?” His voice is low, yet distant.
“Come here.” The way his voice wraps around those simple words is the very reason why my heart drops to my stomach. His tongue flicks out and dampens his bottom lip. “Now, Duchess…”
He releases his breath as a slow, menacing smirk crawls over his mouth. “Mmmm, you’re just a bit of fucking mischief, huh, Duchess.” He moves closer until his lips are grazing against my earlobe. “You might wanna be careful with the way those pretty little eyes look at me.”
“Royce…” I whisper, pulling him backward. He staggers back, and his face pales. “What’s the matter, Duchess? Gonna finally kiss me now that I’m dying?”
She can’t know. Leaving her is going to cripple me, but I have no choice. Not now. Not ever. And not when it comes to her.
If you struggle to sleep at night, someone is thinking of you. Like an anchor, tugging on your soul to keep it in this world, as opposed to losing yourself in purgatory.
I’ve always loved the defiance of the ocean. It’s moody, beautiful, and could kill you if you’re not smart enough to handle its currents.
My brother who left me. He fucking left me. Abandoned me just like everyone else. He was no better.
Even when he’s not here physically, he’s still inside of me. Living. Existing. Betraying.
His ice-blue eyes. Colder than the Atlantic Ocean, but hotter than the pits of Hell. His dark, unruly hair looks like his hands have brushed through it one too many times, and his big, lean body towers over everyone in the room—including the room itself. He has tattoos all over what skin I can see. Royce Kane doesn’t just look like a bad boy. Royce Kane looks like a bad man. He’s not the spoiled rich boy, playing every girl at school. He’s—different. His sharp jaw is clean-shaven, illustrating every cut line of his perfectly constructed face. His straight nose and soft lips. Shit. Double
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She hated Barbie dolls and preferred Transformer trucks. Not much else I could complain about, until she grew tits.
“Duchess.” I smirk, throwing out her nickname. I loved the little shit when she was growing up. Now I can’t. I won’t.
“You might be right, Royce.” She squares her shoulders and looks me deep in the eye. “But I’m not the same girl you left behind either.” “Oh yeah?” I smirk, running my tongue over my bottom lip. “How so?” “I have teeth now.” She shoves past me.
I’d break your heart right after I break your ovaries.
LMFAOO
But until recently, I’ve found myself having to drag my ass back to this house for the very reason I fucking left. Her.
His voice was like silk inside of a bad dream. You knew you shouldn’t listen to the way it sashays in the wind, but you can’t help but be hypnotized by it.
I finally turn to face him, but I’m momentarily thrown by how many bikers there are behind him, as well as an older man on the bike to the side. They’re all wearing the same leather vests.
Corny
He’s god awfully more beautiful than I remember.
It takes me one second to find his car idling near the curb. I walk straight for it and open the passenger door before sliding into the soft, warm leather. “Hello, James.”
WHO TF???
Because he didn’t just want my body. He was fighting for my soul, too.
I can’t fight it, and even if I wanted to, I couldn’t force my eyes away from his. The depth of his blue is deep enough to drown me.
The man standing in front of me right now haunts me with his resemblance of the boy I knew.
I glare at her. “He’s my brother, you dense bitch.”
LMAO
“Ladies and gentlemen.” The voice sounds unfamiliar. Every syllable is said through a device to distort it into a tone that sounds way too close to Billy the Puppet.
SAW MENTIONED
Time hasn’t just aged us. It tore us apart too.
“I’ll watch her, though. Only now I’ll be watching her with my hand around my cock.” I throw him a wink, wrapping my hands around my cold beer and slamming my stainless-steel fridge closed. Dad shakes his head. “You really going to go with the whole incest thing? I mean, I always knew you had a thing for her, but this?”
LMFAOOO??
I take the drink from him. “Thanks.”
No way she just gonna drink it
When I was a teenager, I thought that ache was butterflies, but now, what I feel isn’t butterflies in my belly. It’s my soul exploding from beneath my skin and not having anywhere for the shrapnel to escape to.
“Mmmm,” Royce growls softly, his warm breath touching the skin on my face. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Duchess.” At the simple drop of my nickname, my insides solidify. Breathe in. Breathe out. Why does his voice suddenly sound familiar? You’re drunk.
Jensen is a fuckwit.
LMFAO
“One, I don’t give a flying fuck about your trust. All I want is to have you stay the fuck out of trouble and keep your head down. Two? Stop making this about something other than what it is. You are my sister, one I didn’t fucking ask for, but I protect anyway. I don’t give a fuck who you fuck in your free time, where you stay, or…” He pauses, licks his bottom lip and then catches it with his teeth. His grip around my throat tightens. “Or how fucking good my hand looks around your throat. Now swing those fucking legs over my bike.”
Sloane: You and Royce have the longest sex buildup in history. I feel like when you both finally fuck, he’s going to accidentally kill you.
LMFAO
You can’t separate fate, no matter how hard you fuck it.
“Because she has to stay away from all of us. It was part of the deal.”
Deal??????
His jaw tenses. “Make what go away? See, you keep saying shit like that and it makes me angsty.”
LMFAO
“Damn.” Wicked’s brows shoot up in surprise. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man not want, but need a girl so bad in my entire life.” “You must be new here.” It was a joke, but it was mainly true. Though I have known Wicked for years, he has never witnessed how I am with Jade.
“Because there’s no do I want her or does she want me.” I drag a puff of my cigarette until smoke drifts out of my nostrils. “There’s just her and I and no one else.”
He spreads my knees wide, running his hands up my inner thighs. “Shirt looks good on you.”
Wicked shrugs, jogging up the steps. “Well, it could be worse. She could be your blood relative.”
LMAO
“Can smell the pussy from here.” “Yeah? Been that long since Bonnie let you slide between her lips?” “Fucker.”
I’m somewhat pleased to see no one watching, until my focus falls on Wicked. He’s leaning back in his chair, a toothpick rolling around between his swollen lips. His eyes are dead, cold, and emotionless. Royce grabs my hair tight and yanks my head backward. “You better not be looking at who I think you’re looking at…”
The way he takes me in is strong enough to cripple me. He cripples me.
