Boys Club by Selena

seven

Royal Dolce

“Are you sure about this?” Harper asks, but there’s no conviction in her voice, no fight in her. Her arms are spread out along the top of Baron’s car, her head back, her hair spilling around her. Knowing I gave her that much bliss just by fingering her cunt makes me so hard my balls ache. I’m going to empty them inside her while she gushes for me tonight.

“I’m sure few things are worth kneeling for,” I say, sliding her jeans down to her knees, blocking her from view with my body and sinking my hand between her slick thighs. “But this is one of them.”

That’s a goddamn lie. I’m not sure of one fucking thing anymore. I just know that even two days without her is too many. I know I want her way too fucking much, more than I should, more than I can afford to. It was supposed to be an easy job, ruining her. Uncomplicated. She wouldn’t even know what hit her before we were gone. She wasn’t supposed to claw her way into our business, our lives, our souls.

But she didn’t leave us alone, even when we warned her, when we were trying to be halfway decent because she didn’t ask for the poison blood in her veins. We told her to stay away, but she kept coming back for more. And now she’s going to get it.

Because I’m not nearly done with her yet.

All this, tonight, what we did to Preston’s house, was for her. It will buy me weeks with her, maybe months. We hit back at the Darlings, which means I don’t have to hit back at them through this one. Not yet. I can take my time, ravage every inch of her body and soul, before I walk away.

I’m just not sure which one of us that will destroy.

“This?” she asks, her hand sliding over mine, touching her drenched, swollen flesh. “Don’t tell me pussy can bring a royal to his knees like a common mortal.”

My cock throbs painfully hard inside my jeans at the sight of her touching herself, her baby blues blurry with lust as she looks up at me, her expression a mixture of sullen and sultry, like she’s being bad on purpose, challenging me even now, when she’s dripping for me. She likes my punishment more than she wants me to know, likes it when I fuck her hard and raw, when it hurts a little. That’s when she cums hardest.

“Not pussy,” I say, sliding her finger inside her opening with mine. “You, Harper.”

I can smell her pussy, the heated arousal perfuming the air with its sharp tang. I wrap my hands around her tiny waist and sink onto my knees in the grass, pinning her to the car while I duck under her knees. Her jeans pin her ankles together, but her bare thighs bracket my face, just the way I like. The moment I feel them clench around my head when she’s close is the moment I know victory is mine.

I lick her nice and slow, getting her warmed up and savoring the taste of her raw, wet cunt. I circle her clit slowly with the tip of my tongue, going around and around it until she’s whimpering, moving her hips in helpless little jerking motions.

I know you want more, baby, but you’re going to have to wait for it.

I taste her deeper, and she pants at the sky, her head back, her hands grasping for purchase on the slick roof of Baron’s Tesla. I don’t care if Duke is passed out inside. If he wakes up, he can take fucking notes. I circle Harper’s opening with my tongue, loving how wet she is, how hot for me she is, as if seeing the wreckage of what we do only makes her want me more.

I push my tongue inside her, and her body goes stiff as if electrocuted, and she gives a breathy little cry. I fucking love watching her cum, watching her hard shell crack when I hit the juicy center. All her badass bratty attitude disappears, and she’s soft and open and… Mine.

“Royal,” she gasps, burying her hand in my hair, pulling my head in deeper, riding my face like a slut. I fucking love it.

I pull away, not giving her what she wants.

“Say it,” I order. “Tell me what you want.”

“Make me cum,” she gasps. “Please, god, just let me cum.”

“I must be a god,” I say. “Because I think I just heard you beg.”

I push two fingers in at once, not prepping her with one like I usually do. She doesn’t protest or snark back at me. She’s too fucking lost in the pleasure I’m giving her. Her head drops back on the roof of the car with a thud, and her hips rise, her knees spreading wide, inviting me in. I force a finger into her clenched ass, just so she remembers that even though I’m on my knees, I’m still the one running the show. She is mine, every bit of her, in whatever way I want to take her. I can force her to cum even when she doesn’t want to, the way I did after I fucked her ass.

Or I can allow her to cum like this, moaning into the cold December evening, her hot breath spiraling up from her mouth with each gasp. But she needs to know it’s my choice, not hers. I press my lips back to her swollen flesh, gently sucking her clit until her walls clench tight around my long fingers, buried knuckle deep inside her. Her clit throbs against my tongue in time with the spasms going through her body, gripping my fingers in her slick little vice.

I don’t even wait for her to finish before I stand up. She locks her ankles behind my hips, and I unzip and drive up into her hard, burying myself balls deep with one powerful thrust. Her eyes go round, and her mouth drops open, sucking in an audible gasp of breath. I don’t wait for her to adjust. I know she can take it. She’s dripping with her own cum, and she’s used to my roughness. She likes when I hit it hard, when I make it hurt. And I like knowing I’m the biggest she’s had, that I can get in deeper, where no one else has ever been. I like the way she clenches like a fist around me when I force my cock all the way in, to that spot that knocks the breath out of her.

Just as I’m about to bust inside her, her eyes fly open and her head pops up from Baron’s car, where she’s been lying back, lost in her bliss. “Wait,” she says. “What about Gloria?”

“What the fuck, Harper?”

“Did you fuck her?” she asks.

“Shut up and take it, my perfect little whore,” I growl, wrapping an arm around her hips and bringing her down on me fast to match each thrust, bouncing her bare ass against the car.

“Pull out if you’ve been fucking other girls,” she says through panting breaths.

“No fucking way,” I snap, crushing her back against the car. “Now fucking cum or I will.”

I feel her start to pulse around my cock, her cunt sucking at me like a little mouth, and I fucking lose all control. Every time I cum inside her, I swear I lose myself, forget who I am, where I am, what I’m doing. It’s like a blackout for a second, and I’m afraid one of these times, I’m going to wake up and find her dead underneath me. Because I don’t trust myself when I lose control. Killing her isn’t outside the realm of possibility. And yeah, destruction is endgame, but I’ve done enough fucked up shit that I don’t need to see a dead girl with my dick inside her.

“Royal?” Her questioning, coaxing voice brings me back to myself, her soft fingers on my cheeks, holding me while she waits for my pieces to fall back into place.

Little flutters are still going through her, milking my cock, and her blue eyes are filled with a gentleness that I know only lasts a minute.

“Where do you go when you do that?” she asks.

And because I can’t tell her, but I don’t want to wipe the honest expression from her face just yet, the one that fucks with my head most of all, that says she cares about me in a way I have no right to accept, I sidestep the trap.

“I’m right here now, baby,” I say, holding her face between my hands the way she’s holding mine. I lean in and plant a gentle kiss on her lips, and she drops her eyes closed, and I know that for now, I’m safe. She didn’t push, and I didn’t do something stupid, like let her in the way she’s let me in, the way I want to. I can’t give in to that temptation. I’ve already given in to way too fucking many.

Even if ruining her kills me, I’ll know it’s by my own hand. I’m already playing with fire, handling poison, every time I touch her. The one thing I will never allow is for her to win, for the Darlings to take back what we worked so hard for. All of this, everything we’ve gained, is nothing compared to what they took from us. We could take everything they own, destroy every person who carries their blood, and it still wouldn’t be nearly a high enough price for what they already got. The one thing I will never allow is for Crystal’s death to mean nothing, to have been for nothing.

So no matter what Harper does, no matter how she feels or how I feel, it doesn’t change the ending. It doesn’t matter what happens to me, as long as she pays. I can self-destruct, as long as I take her down with me. I will never let another Darling hurt my family, which means I’ll die before I let her leave me in pieces and walk away unbroken.

Every day I wait brings us one step closer to that happening, but every day I find a new excuse to keep her just a little longer. In the end, no matter how many houses I destroy and how long I wait, the clock will run out too soon.