Wicked princess

Chapter 16

I scan the restaurant for Sawyer, intending to ask her for a ride so I can go home and think about what I did. 

Correction, what he did. 

I can’t believe Stone kissed me. 

And worst of all…I liked it. 

Really liked it. 

My stomach drops when I spot Sawyer having what looks like a heated argument with her boss. 

Not wanting Mr. Gonzales to see me and threaten to kick me out again, I hobble my way to the restroom. 

I can still feel his kiss lingering on my lips. 

Smacking my head, I will myself to stop thinking about it. 

Stone and I can’t ever be anything more than enemies. 

It would be a betrayal to Liam. 

Stone isn’t Tommy—my mind argues. 

I shake the thought out of my head. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

I’m about to text Sawyer and let her know where I’m hiding out, but the door swings open. 

“Oh, my God. It is you.”

I take in her chin-length blonde hair, brown eyes, and tall frame. 

I have no idea who this girl is. 

I tilt my head to the side, studying her. On second thought, she does look vaguely familiar. I just can’t seem to place her. 

“God, I’m so happy you’re okay.” 

Next thing I know, her arms are wrapped around me, and my crutches are falling to the floor. 

I’m surprised for two reasons. One—this is the first person outside of my family who seems legitimately happy to see me after the accident. 

And two—apparently, I do have a friend.

She cups my face in her hands. “I know the last time we saw each other you said it was over, but—” 

Her lips crash against mine. 

What. The. Actual. Fuck. 

Is today everyone kiss Bianca and mess with her head day? 

I promptly pull away. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Very fu

Past…

I situate myself on the hood of her car and gesture to the cheerleading uniform I’m wearing. “If you want a spot back on the team, you’re go

Morgan turns white as a sheet. “How?”

It’s all I can do not to laugh. The girl has been a thorn in my side since last year. Between making fun of me every chance she got, constantly threatening to kick me off the team once she became the official captain…and other things, it was enough to make me want to contemplate dumping her in a vat of sulfuric acid. 

But now the tides have turned, and little by little, I’m taking everything away from her. 

Her position as cheerleading captain. 

Her friends.

Her popularity. 

And by the end of tonight…I’ll have every ounce of her dignity, too. 

Anger mixed with jealousy flows through my veins. 

There’s only one thing she has that I want. 

Of course, it’s the one and only thing I can’t have. 

For now. 

Lying back against the windshield, I spread my legs. “By proving your loyalty to me.” 

I’m not expecting her to actually do it. 

No, this is all just part of my little game of fucking with her head. 

The CIA has nothing on my forms of torture. 

She blinks. “What do you want me to do?” 

Fucking idiot. Of course, I’d have to spell it out for her. “Lick my pussy, bitch.” 

A smile stretches across my face as I wait for her to decline so I can tell her she’ll never be on my squad and to enjoy her new loser social status. 

Morgan chews her bottom lip, her eyes sca

Hmm. Not the answer I was expecting, but I indulge her because if I’m the one to fold, this will all be for naught.  

“Yup.” Hooking my thumbs onto the sides of my panties, I slide them off. “Right he—”

A jolt of pleasure mixed with shock runs through me as she lowers her head and begins licking my cunt like a decadent dessert. 

Holy shit. 

Not many things surprise me anymore, but this certainly does. 

A breath leaves me in one big rush as she continues lapping at me. 

Damn…she’s good. 

Too fucking good.

There’s no way this is her first time carpet munching.  

Grabbing the back of her head, I force her to look at me. “You enjoy eating pussy, don’t you?”

Her hooded eyes and the way her tongue comes out for another taste tells me all I need to know. 

Ironic given her father is a rich senator who openly hates gay people. 

Pleasure sizzles up my spine as her hot mouth suctions around my clit. “Fuck. Just like that.” 

She moans, her movements picking up speed and I swear I see stars.

Jesus Christ. She’s so fucking good. 

“Oh, God,” I gasp, writhing against her face. “On second thought, maybe we can work something out.” 

Unlike Morgan, I’m not into girls, but I have no problem offering my pussy up for her to dine on from time to time. 

Because at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter whose mouth is responsible for it, an orgasm is still an orgasm. 

That said, I’m not dumb enough not to take the opportunity to score a little blackmail for safekeeping. 

Reaching for my phone, I press the record button.

That’s when I notice movement out of the corner of my eye.

My stomach clenches as I take in a dark, shadowy figure watching us. 

With a phone in his hand. 

It occurs to me that I have two options.  

I can make Morgan stop and send her home. 

However, if I do that it will no doubt alert our little stalker that I’m on to him and give him the opportunity to book it.

Therefore, I’m better off letting her finish me off before I confront him.  

Reaching down, I grab the back of her neck. “More.” 

Her mouth latches onto my clit and my legs begin trembling as ripples of pleasure rip through me like a tornado in an empty field. 

My orgasm is so intense, I almost forget there’s some freak watching us.

Until he comes into focus and I realize he isn’t just some random freak after all. 

He’s Stone DaSilva. 

My arch enemy. 

Motherfucker. This just went from bad to worse. 

“Go home,” I tell Morgan as I slide off the hood of her car. “Now.” 

Her mouth drops open. “Seriously—”

“Yes,” I hiss.

I need her to leave so I can take care of Stone on my own. I don’t want her to know he was recording us because she’ll just freak out and make everything worse and then he’ll never give up the goods. 

I just have to reason with him.

And if that doesn’t work…well, I’m not opposed to using other tactics to get what I want. 

Morgan’s expression is full of hurt as she drives off…at the same time Stone starts ru

Not so fast, asshole. 

Sucking in a breath, I chase after him. 

Given I’m in such good shape, I’m on his heels in seconds. 

“Fucking hell,” he exclaims as I land on top of him. 

“Give me the phone. Now.” 

He has the nerve to laugh. “Not a chance.” 

We wrestle on the dock for the better part of a minute. 

Unfortunately, it ends with him on top of me, pi

I narrow my gaze. “Did you enjoy the show?”

The bulge pressing against me tells me he did. Gross.