Chapter 14
Fourteen
Daphne
“I’m not leaving Calira empty-handed.”
Did that mean he saw me as a souvenir he was bringing home with him?
Before I could ask him that, he dragged me to the bed and shoved me onto it.
I barely caught myself before he came down over me, trapping me against the mattress.
I kicked at him, but he caught my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the mattress.
I lost a breath when he stepped between my legs.
I should’ve fought harder, but part of me wanted him there.
“These need to go,” he said before tugging my shorts and panties down my legs.
I opened them wider.
My body has switched sides in this war.
He loomed over me, but his focus wasn’t between my legs. He studied my face instead, like he was waiting for something.
Permission? For me to tell him to stop?
I didn’t give him either one.
“Daphne.” His voice came out rough and restrained.
I could’ve kicked him again when he knelt, but I didn’t.
“Please, Brooks,” I whimpered.
Cold air drifted through the open window and did absolutely nothing to cool me down.
He looked up at me. The cocky expression was still there, but his breathing had turned heavier. His control was hanging by a very thin thread.
He skimmed his cheek along my thigh before his face disappeared between my legs. The first touch of his fingers made every thought in my head scatter. I sank deeper into the mattress, giving my body exactly what it’d been hoping for.
He buried his face against me and dragged one slow slick up my center, making my toes curl. His thumb worked circles over my clit.
“Jesus,” I moaned.
This was new for us. We’d crossed lines before, but never this one.
I pressed my lips together to trap my moans. The curtains were closed, but people could still hear through the windows.
A pathetic little noise left me when his mouth and fingers stopped. He rose between my legs and shoved his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean with an obnoxiously loud sound.
I rubbed my thighs together, embarrassingly eager for whatever came next.
He popped his fingers out of his mouth before motioning toward me with them. “Scoot back, Princess.”
I slid up the mattress, the blanket bunching beneath me. He crawled onto the bed, diving straight back between my legs, as if he couldn’t get enough.
I writhed beneath him, gave in to the pleasure, and forgot who was responsible for giving it.
He licked, sucked, and fingered me. I’d never felt anything so good. I rocked against him, and his groan vibrated through me as I fed him more of my pussy.
I knew exactly where this was headed. I grabbed a pillow and buried my face in it. The royal family didn’t need to hear me screaming Brooks’s name through the castle walls.
Pleasure wound tighter and tighter until there was nowhere left for it to go.
I started to moan his name but even mid-orgasm, I had a tiny scrap of common sense.
He gave me one final lick. It felt like the worst tragedy of my life when he pulled away.
Brooks climbed over me, and I couldn’t look away when he started stroking himself. My cum still glistened on his lips.
His grunts deepened with each jerk. He cursed my name as his finger swept over the tip, gathering the bead of pre-cum there. I knew he was close when every stroke became more desperate.
He dragged his stare from my face to between my legs. His shoulders went rigid as he came.
Spurts of his cum landed on my face. I stared up at him, too stunned to move. He drizzled more over my breasts, then my stomach.
“Open up,” he ordered. “Swallow the last of me.”
Not liking his demanding tone, I clamped my mouth shut.
He snarled. “Don’t test me.”
I shook my head.
“You have two seconds to open your fucking mouth and swallow my cum, or I’ll ram my entire cock down your throat until my cum reaches your goddamn heart.”
There was that monster I knew so well.
His threat caught me off guard, and I opened my mouth without thinking. I gagged when beads of liquid trickled inside, fighting to swallow. He looked too pleased watching me struggle.
“That’s right. Relish the taste, Princess.” His hand closed around my throat, squeezing just hard enough to keep every drop where he wanted it. “Get used to the taste. You’ll be swallowing it a lot this year.” He pressed his thumb against my pulse before releasing me. “Now, swallow.”
I gulped down the last of the salty cum.
He patted my cheek. “Good girl.”
He climbed off the bed. I rubbed my throat and exaggerated a cough.
It was petty since I could breathe fine, but if Brooks had a conscience, I wanted to find it.
He didn’t even glance back as he dressed.
Question answered.
I still tasted him on my tongue when I settled on my knees to better watch him.
He snatched my panties off the floor.
“What are you doing with those?” I asked.
“Adding them to my collection.”
“Is that why you ate me out?” I deadpanned. “You wanted another pair of my panties?”
“No. I did it because I’ve wanted to taste your pussy for years.” He shoved my panties into his pocket.
Damn him. I got even wetter.
“Are my panties the only ones in your collection?” I hated how much I needed his answer.
He came to the side of the bed and swiped his thumb along my lower lip, collecting a drop of cum before sliding it across my cheek. “Would it matter if I said yes?”
“More than I’d like,” I whispered.
“Then yours are the only ones in my collection.”
“You’re lying.”
“I wish I were.”
He leaned in until we were nearly nose to nose. “Do me a favor tonight.”
“No thanks.”
“Play with your pussy again, just like you did this morning.”
I reared back in confusion. “What?”
“But this time, moan my name louder. I want to hear it better.”
My brain went completely blank.
No way. No freaking way would he know that.
He pushed away from the bed and headed for the door, whistling under his breath.
I had no idea how he’d sneak out of the castle, but that was a him problem. I had bigger things to worry about, like how the hell he knew what I’d done this morning.
I threw my pajamas back on and drank half the water bottle on my nightstand to wash down the taste of his cum before tearing my room apart. There had to be a camera somewhere in here, and I wasn’t going to bed until I found it.
I stopped when my phone vibrated on my nightstand and stomped over to check it.
Brooks: What are you looking for, Princess?
I made a mental note to change his name in my phone to something more insulting.
Better yet, I was blocking his ass. I should’ve done that forever ago.
He sent me a photo next. When I opened it, I yelped and jumped back a step.
It was a shot of me standing by my armoire during my search.
The angle gave away the camera’s location.
Thanks, dummy.
I headed in that direction when another text came through.
A picture of me from a different angle.
Then another.
And another.
And another.
All from different sides of my room.
At that point, I gave up counting.
Me: You’re a fucking creep.
A second later, another photo came through. It was a shot of his head between my legs.
Brooks: I think I’ll make this your contact photo.
Me: How about this one instead?
I snapped a picture of myself flipping him off and sent it.
Brooks: Bad angle. Sorry. Your face isn’t what you’ve got going for you.
I’m going to kill him.
I spun in a circle, giving every possible camera angle its own middle finger, before storming to the bathroom to shower. I scrubbed his cum off my skin, then between my legs, then even my damn tongue.
When I was finally clean, I padded back to my bedroom, tossed my phone beside my pillow, crawled under the blankets, and settled in for an hour of brain-rot scrolling.
The second I unlocked my phone, it dumped me back into my text thread with Brooks.
I exited out of our conversation, opened a private browser, then typed something I’d never imagined I’d search.
What’s something you can put on your vagina that will poison someone if they eat you out?
Yes, I actually searched that.
The internet immediately informed me that putting toxic substances on my genitals to kill someone was both illegal and life-threatening.
Obviously.
“Ugh.” I didn’t want to kill myself. Just him.
God, I hoped no one ever saw my search history.
My phone buzzed again. This text, thankfully, wasn’t from Brooks.
But it was about him, of course.
Vittoria: My mom is trying to set up an arranged thing with Brooks. Pls tell him to leave you alone.
Vittoria: Or better yet, YOU leave him alone.
If only it were that freaking easy.
Me: Tell your mom to make it official then. Xo.
I guessed the old rivalry between Aunt Oriana and my mom was about to become one between Vittoria and me.
Yay.
I switched off the lamp and powered off my phone.
For the first time in years, I watched the screen go black.
No one else was stealing my peace for the rest of the night.
With Brooks in Calira, I knew better than to expect it to last.