“No, I’d remember you. Where the hell did you come from?” he asks this time. My heart starts to kick up a notch now that I’m out here on my own. I shouldn’t have walked off, and I know it, but that doesn’t mean shit now.
“Here. I’m from here,” I try to tell him once more. He steps into my space, and my stomach begins to cramp. I don’t like him being this close to me, in my space. I take a step back and slam into someone else, a yelp falling from my lips.
“There a problem here?” That’s when I realize it’s Royal behind me. His hand slips around my waist, jerking me closer to him. I feel safer with his arm around me the way it is.
“Just asking her a question,” the asshole says.
“And now you’re done,” Royal informs him. The guy raises his hands in the air and backs away, obviously knowing who Royal is or just not wanting to have that fight. They back away and turn to walk off when Royal pulls his arm from around me.
I spin to face him and place my hands on my hips.
“What the fuck did you do? Follow me?”
“Yeah. Figured you might need me.”
“You’re a real cocky asshole, you know that?”
“I just know when I might be needed, and clearly I was right,” he says, motioning in the direction the men went. Instead of thanking him, I flip him off and turn to walk away. I hear him behind me before I stop once more.
“Why are you following me?”
“You can’t be out here on your own,” he says.
“Sure, I can. You did it.”
“I’m a man. There’s a difference,” he adds.
“That’s sexist.”
“That’s the truth. Let’s go.” I spin around and look at him, annoyed that he followed me out here, but then I can see the concern in his eyes. He’s serious.
“Fine. Lead the way, boss,” I snap, sweeping my arm through the air to make a grand gesture. Royal doesn’t even bat an eye as he turns and walks back toward the warehouse. I follow him, and as soon as we get there, he grabs me and slams me against the wall. His hand wraps around my throat, my eyes widening.
“You ever walk off on your own again, and I’m going to make you pay,” he growls low in his throat. My heart beats faster as something warm dances inside me. I can’t possibly be turned on by the way he’s acting right now, can I? He looks down at me, and I can see the anger in his eyes.
Before I have the chance to speak, he’s ripping my clothes off and then his own. He lifts me, pinning me against the wall before shoving into me. I cry out his name, and he growls once more, thrusting into me harder.
“You’re going to learn to listen.”
“You basically told me to leave,” I pant.
“I never said that.”
“You were mad,” I gasp for air as he takes me harder. My back scrapes against the wall, but I can’t seem to find it in me to care. He keeps fucking me like he’s going to lose me, and I love every second of it.
I wrap my arms around his neck and tug his lips to mine. I kiss him like I’ve never kissed him before, before he takes over and devours my mouth with his. Pain and pleasure mingle inside me as he takes me higher. I feel my insides clench, and then I let go.
“Oh fuck! Royal!”
“That’s right, scream my fucking name, River.” He leans in and bites my neck, causing my pussy to clench even more. He groans as he pumps into me a few more times, and then I feel it. He comes hard, sending a shock through my body.
When he’s finished, and I’m gasping for air, he pulls out of me and lets my feet slide to the floor. I take a second to catch my breath before pulling my clothes back on.
Royal smiles at me, and it nearly melts my insides.
“What?”
“You didn’t even clean yourself up,” he says.
