Brutal Heir (Court University, #1)

by Eden O'Neill

“I’ll scream.”

“And I dare you.”

“This turning you on, dove?”

“Turning you on like it is me.”

I loved his hands on me, loved how hard and rough they were. They matched who he was to the nines.

I wanted his touch, to feel him pulsating inside me.

He tasted like heaven, sweet with that rough edge. He tasted like power, and I breathed in his life force, his hand pulling mine out to replace with his own.

I’d kissed her. Hell, but worse. I’d fucking liked it to the point where I hadn’t wanted to stop, and that drove me crazy. I’d wanted to teach her a lesson about talking back. Not feel something for her.

Royal no longer wore his Court ring, the thing around his girl’s neck now, but Court blood ran hard through him. It was something that probably wouldn’t ever leave, and the only reason December had the ring was because of a statement he was making to everyone. He shared that part of himself with someone else, the two of them bonded.

“She’s the same girl from when we were kids, you know?” I stated, then stood. “The one who used to live at my house?”

“Wait. The one you killed that dog over?”

I froze, a history I’d never actually dissected with him, but clearly, he knew why I’d asked him to help me take dow...

I hadn’t told Royal back then why we should take out the dog, but I guess I hadn’t needed to. My friend, too fucking observant.

He cut me off when I started to walk away. “I’m just saying when it comes to girls, sometimes there’s shit there that you just don’t see. They make things complicated. Make you want things you don’t understand.”

“A personal pan cheese pizza please for the little dove over there with the white hair.”

Freezing at the nickname he gave me, I stayed silent, shrinking in my seat after the waitress added to the order and left.

Keisha touched my shoulder. “Um, cu...

Knight shrugged. “She ...

Knight Reed was nothing but sin, cancer, and fuck, did I hate him.

Knight had even recognized me when I’d been at that party. We’d recognized each other, both of us like a lantern to its light. We’d found each other.

I’d started the year so carefree, so different now, and I hated that.

This was probably incredibly stupid and definitely foolish, but I also know he wouldn’t see it coming. I hadn’t until my lips met his. He stiffened again as I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, tasted him and made him taste me, and groaning, his hand gripped my cheek, tugging me close and kissing me back. He couldn’t stop once he started, his tongue delving into my mouth, and I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him close. I wanted him completely.

Knight came over to me, and my heart flipped, all of this a mistake. This was going way past games or even beyond the physical. This was deeper, emotional and raw at least on my part. I was feeling something for him. I felt something for him as stupid as it may be, and it was stupid. This had to be all just a game for him. And how fucking good he was at it.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, pulling me close and bunching the back of my dress in his hand. “Do you want me to kiss you? I can do that. Touch you… well, I can fucking do that too. Tell me what you want. Your call.”

It’d never been my call. Ever… But apparently, it was tonight.

“God, I’m going to fuck you so hard, Greer.” He breathed hot kisses down my back, his tongue tasting my spine. “And when I’m done, I want that mouth choking around my cock.”

I was completely and one hundred percent a virgin. Well, if masturbation didn’t count.

“You’re sin for me, you know that?”

“I know you’ll ruin me if I let you.”

Me ruin him? Not possible. He had to be able to be ruined. And how could I if he’d already ruined me?

“Fuck, Greer.”

“I’ll never make it back from you.”

He’d promised some dirty things for my mouth tonight, but not only did he just hold me, he fell asleep.

I went to sleep to the soothing sounds from his chest, hugging up on him. He said there’d be no coming back from me. I wondered how that’d change in the morning.

Knight I forced myself to peel away from Greer in the morning, at a loss as I cleared my bed. I’d had every intention of fucking her out of my head last night. That was all I wanted. One strong fuck to get my mind right, then move on… Not fucking fall for her. I’d felt every moment I’d been with her, that taste I had only made it worse. I hadn’t gotten her out of my mind, nor had I done anything close to veer her away. I hadn’t broken her with our power struggle at all. She wanted me too.

Well, now that I actually had her, I was fucking gone. She was ruining me, and for some reason, I didn’t want to resist that.

she was flawless.

She was fucking beautiful. Like stated, flawless, and I cleared my throat.

Had I had any idea this girl hadn’t been touched before, I wouldn’t have nearly been so heavy handed.

I cared more than she ever knew, this girl so far in my head.

I knew how to take care of a girl if I need to, make her feel good, and I really wanted to try here. Try here with her.

“You should have told me,”

“I would have been different with you. More gentle.”

“And why should I have told you? Like you’d have been more gentle.”

“I would have,” I said, nodding.

I don’t fucking lie.” I may have been a lot of things, a brute, an asshole even, but if I said something, I meant it. I curled a knuckle against her cheek. “It’s different with you.”

Her lips came down, hard over my mouth like they had in the club, and she stunned me once again. I was never ready for it. Ready for her, but letting her, I turned her, pressing her against the tub.

“Better go,” I said, but couldn’t help bringing my hand behind her neck and kissing her again. An instant head rush hit right away and something told me this little dove was about to get me in trouble. I’d never done this shit before, all new. I just hoped whatever this shit was, I didn’t regret it.

It was a nice sound, his laughter, and he didn’t do it nearly enough.

“I noticed December wore one of these around her neck,” I said. He lifted his hand and let me observe it, the thing really scary and so angry. “What is it?”