I peek around my hand to see Jax roll his hips and then thrust forward hard as shit, making the redhead scream out and grip the table. “I was just thirsty. I’ll go.”
“There’s shit in the fridge. You’re not bothering us,” he says with a slight growl as he pounds into her again and turns away from me.
“I’m good.” I back out of the kitchen and rush down the hall, feeling embarrassed that I just witnessed Jax fucking.
“Oh. My. Goodness.”
It was hot; extremely hot, I admit, and definitely not something that I’ve ever walked in on before. Well I did walk in on Madison once, but they were both under the covers . . . Thank God, but Jax . . . hot damn.
Catching my breath, I walk down the stairs to the cool basement and let myself into Royal’s bedroom. I look around in curiosity as I take in his oversized bed that I slept in not too long ago.
The memory of that night causes my heart to beat wildly in my chest. My body is still aching for him to touch me since he refused to that night, but I quickly shake off the thought and plop down in the middle of his bed to wait for him.
Everything in his room is either black or gray. There’s a black chair that sits next to his bed, and across from his bed is a black, leather couch with gray pillows.
Grabbing the remote off the nightstand, I turn on the huge TV that’s hanging on the wall above the couch and turn it on to keep me distracted.
When I go to place the remote back, I notice a black knife. Letting my hands wander, I pick it up and look at it, trying to imagine what Royal uses it for. Oddly, it sends a surge of excitement through me.
About twenty minutes later, Royal walks into his room, shirtless with a pair of sweats hanging low on his narrow hips. I can’t turn my eyes away as he stands there just looking at me.
His body and hair is still wet, as if he just jumped out of the shower and got dressed without even bothering to dry off first. It’s a glorious sight to take in, and all I want to do is run my tongue over his slick body and lick the water off. Screw the bottle of water I was searching for when I walked in on Jax. This looks much more fulfilling.
“You comfortable in my bed, Darlin’?” He asks while walking closer to me. His eyes land on the knife in my hand, but he doesn’t say another word as he watches me play with it.
I swallow and nod my head. “Yeah. It’s really soft. I like it. Oh and by the way, I would probably wash the kitchen table before you decide to eat a meal from it.”
“Yeah, Jax will take care of it.” He looks me over as if he was expecting me to be gone by the time he got out of the shower. “You’re not scared to be in here alone with me?”
I sit up straight and meet his eyes. “I’m not afraid of you, Royal. I could care less about anything your brother has said. You’re not twisted . . . you’re just hurting.”
With purposeful steps he walks over to the bed and grabs my legs, pulling me to him, and positioning himself between my legs. “Yeah . . .” He brushes his lips over mine and tangles his hand in my hair, causing me to moan. “What if I told you that I stabbed a knife through a man’s hand tonight and didn’t feel one bit of remorse as he screamed out in pain? Would you still say I’m not twisted? I’m a slave to darkness, Avalon, and all I feel is pain. Nothing more.”
I shake my head and wrap my arms around his neck—still holding the knife—afraid that he’ll pull away from me. “There’s a darkness inside your eyes that tells me you’re fighting demons, that you’re driven by the pain and not willing to give up until you feel the peace you’re seeking. It’s part of being human. Fighting is the only thing you can do. Pain is part of who we all are.”
He closes his eyes and pulls me closer to him, wrapping my legs around his waist. “You don’t know the demons that drag me down. They’re darker than you think.”
I lean in and kiss his closed eyes, before wrapping my hand in his hair and whispering, “Not dark enough to make me want to leave.” It’s the honest truth too. The last thing I want to do is leave.
This man truly has no idea how drawn I am to him. The rush he makes me feel keeps me wanting more of him.
With raw need in his eyes, he crawls onto the bed, pulling me below him. After he’s positioned between my legs, he sits up straight and brings the knife in my hand to his chest, slowly moving the blade down his body.
His eyes close and he tilts his head back when I pull the knife away and my free hand traces every hard muscle, leading down to the V that disappears into his low hanging sweats.
“It feels so fucking good when you touch me.” He opens his eyes and tilts his head down to look at me. With dark eyes, he brings my hand up to run the knife across his neck, before pulling it out of my hand. “So touch me.”
He releases my hands and growls out as I slowly tug on his sweats, but stop before pulling them down. I’ve never been so nervous in my life.
“I need you to feel me,” he says tensely. “Every part of me, and none of me is good.”
“I don’t believe that,” I admit.
Locking eyes with me, he balls his fists into my hair and slams his lips against mine, kissing me so damn hard that the air gets knocked right out of me.
He bites my bottom lip, pulling on it with his teeth, before he runs his tongue over it and then sucks it into his mouth.
His kiss is so intense; almost hungry as his lips devour mine, and I haven’t been able to catch my breath yet. I don’t need to. All I need is to feel his mouth on me.
Pulling away from the kiss, he roughly grabs the top of my shirt, cutting it open with his knife.
Admiring my breasts, he wraps his free hand around my neck and squeezes, before gently running the tip of the blade between my breasts and cutting my bra off.
My whole body is craving for this rough, dark man to take me. A knife has never turned me on so damn much.
Tossing the knife aside, he yanks my jeans down my legs roughly, and then my panties, before flipping me over and slapping my ass, hard.
I feel his fingers wrap into the back of my hair and pull as his other hand reaches around to grip my neck again. His heavy breathing caresses my ear as he presses his lips against it. “Fuck! You’ll never understand the darkness in me until I show you. You want to feel it? No part of me is gentle. I can promise you that. You really want to be hurt by me?”
I suck in a deep breath and close my eyes as his hand releases my neck. “Physically, yes. In this bed right now, yes. I want nothing more right now.”
He growls and pushes my head down into the mattress, before slapping my ass and then biting it. He bites it so damn hard, making me scream and bite down on the blanket.
An aching pleasure runs throughout my body, causing me to tremble as he inches his way down my body and then up my inner thigh, biting down close to my pussy. This man’s mouth does things to me. “Royal,” I say breathlessly. “I want your mouth on me. I want to feel you.”
I moan out as his tongue slides up my pussy, slowly and teasingly, before he stops and pulls away. “You’re going to get my mouth and so much more.” He moans. “I’ve warned you.”
Fuck . . . that moan is so sexy; so deep, rough, and raw.
His tongue works slowly at first, causing me to moan out, wanting more of his perfect fucking mouth. His rhythm is precise and in control, as if he knows the exact way to work me up and pleasure me. I’ve never felt something so damn good in my life, and the thought of him stopping makes me want to scream.
I need this man touching me, every single inch of me, before I explode. I want all of him. His darkness included.
I arch my back and moan out loudly as he slides his tongue down further and shoves it into my pussy as deep as it will go. He’s fucking me with his tongue and the feel and the thought is enough to almost bring me to climax.
Slipping his tongue out, he slides it down and over my clit before sucking it into his mouth. It feels so good that I grip onto the blankets and scream out as my orgasm rocks through me in intense waves. “Oh shit . . . I can’t . . .” I pant.