Broken kingdom

Chapter 50 Bianca

My chest feels like it’s going to cave in. 

Everything was so perfect between us—so right—and I have no idea how or why we went wrong. 

“We were happy,” I whisper, looking out to the ocean. 

I now realize that Oakley took me to the same place where I lost my virginity to him. 

The violent waves slapping against the rocks and the turbulent gray sky above tells me there’s a storm brewing. 

It matches the one going on inside my heart. 

Oakley—who was walking along the shoreline—freezes. 

“Yeah,” he says after a minute passes. Blue eyes pin me with a look so severe my stomach knots. “We were.” 

Not knowing what went down is killing me. 

“What happened between us?” 

His jaw clenches and I can see the knot of tension rolling through his shoulders. “You said you wouldn’t ask me, remember?” 

My back teeth meet with a frustrated clack. “I know, but after today I’m starting to realize just how bad secrets are.” 

How they have the ability to tear people apart. 

Turning to look at the ocean again, he snorts under his breath. “That’s awfully hypocritical of you, don’t you think?” 

I blink, not understanding. “What’s that supposed to m—”

“You’re still wearing his ring.” His voice is a harsh rumble of smoke and ashes. “And I’m still your dirty little secret.” 

There are daggers in his eyes when he glares at me.

However, he’s not the only one who can dish out reality checks. 

“Because that’s all you seem to want to be,” I toss back. 

It’s his turn to appear confused. “What the fuck does that mean?” 

Feeling stupid, I give my head a shake. “Nothing. Forget it.” 

It’s obvious he’s not interested in repairing whatever happened between us in the past, because he refuses to tell me anything that might enable us to do that. 

As usual, I never know if I’m coming or going with him.

 I fucking hate it. 

Oakley’s lips press together in a hard line, and before I can inhale my next breath, he’s stalking toward me like a lion who’s found his prey. 

“You want me to fight for you?” 

His words surprise me, and I take a cautious step back. 

That only makes him advance forward. 

My spine meets the gigantic boulder behind me. “No.” 

The dark look he gives me makes it clear he thinks I’m full of shit. 

Placing his arms on either side of my head, he cages me in with his big body. “Why?” 

An impulsive—almost dangerous—current runs between us, buzzing through my skin. 

I force myself to stay silent.

Because my answer will change everything between us. 

Oakley leans in. The heady, addicting scent of him fills my nostrils and it takes everything in me to stay still. 

“Say it.” 

I can’t. I shouldn’t. 

His heated stare lowers to my lips. The muscles along his arms clench as he inclines his head, his mouth a mere centimeter from mine. “Say. It.” 

His deep voice is a forceful dagger slicing through the tension. 

I should be trying to sever this co

It’s too strong. Too powerful. 

Like trying to fight against gravity. 

Defeat rushes through me. “Because you’ll win.” 

The sky crackles and thunder booms above us the moment his mouth crashes against mine. 

His kiss is laced with pure greed and possession, every brush of his tongue a fierce punishment immediately met by an intoxicating reward that sends all my senses spiraling. 

My fingers curl into the fabric of his gray tank top. “Oakley.” 

His name is both a warning and a plea. 

A fight between heaven and hell. 

Right and wrong. 

Groaning, he cups the back of my neck, keeping me right where he wants me as he deepens the kiss. 

A strangled sound leaves me when his hand slithers down the length of my body, his slow, torturous touch lighting every single nerve ending of mine on fire. 

“Lie to yourself all you want, baby girl. But you can’t fucking lie to me.” His mouth finds my neck. “Because I fucking know you.” 

I hiss when his teeth scrape against my pulse point and he grips my hips like he owns me. “I know the way you like to be touched.” 

Proving his point, he sucks my flesh hard enough to leave his mark. 

 My knees start to buckle when his hands slide underneath my dress. “The needy, wild sounds you make when you’re about to come.” He runs the pad of his thumb along the crotch of my damp panties. “The way you taste.” 

Oh, God. I should put an end to this, but I can’t. 

I crave him too much. 

Blue eyes hold me captive. “I know he doesn’t satisfy you, Bianca.” 

Before I can stop him, he snatches my engagement ring and places it on the tip of his middle finger. 

The heat in his stare sears me. “Not the way I can.” 

In one fell swoop, he moves my panties to the side and plunges a finger inside me. 

His tone is taunting. “I bet he has to lick his fingers before he does this.” He withdraws the digit and replaces it with two, stretching me so good I moan. “But I don’t…because you’re always so fucking wet for me.” 

His teeth nip at my neck almost painfully as he proceeds to finger fuck me into oblivion. 

“Oakley.” 

Not done punishing me yet, he circles my swollen clit with the diamond on my ring, his blue orbs darkening. “You were never his, baby girl.” 

I have no argument for that. 

Only a sheer, desperate need for him and the wicked things he’s doing to me. 

I claw at his back, desperate for more of his sweet torture. 

 “Please.” 

Both my plea and the wet, forbidden sounds of his fingers thrusting into my slickness echo against the thunder. 

Tugging my panties down my legs, he sinks to his knees. 

 A sharp gasp escapes me when he buries his head between my thighs, inhaling my arousal like a drug before he peppers sloppy, hungry kisses along my slit. 

The gesture is so personal, so intimate. 

So us. 

The sky opens up and a soft drizzle starts to fall as he hitches one of my legs onto his shoulder. 

The first swipe of his tongue is so insatiable, pleasure snaps through me like a hot whip. 

Oakley groans, lapping at my pussy with long, greedy strokes that turn me into putty. 

My hips rock against his face as he continues working me into a frenzy. 

The world could implode right now, and I wouldn’t even notice. 

Those long fingers curl and pump inside me as he spears my cunt with the length of his tongue, slowly fucking me. 

It feels so good I’m not capable of forming a coherent thought even if I wanted to.

Reaching down, I grip his hair, keeping him right where I want him. “Feels so good.” 

Just when I think his movements can’t get any better, his mouth wraps around my clit and he sucks the swollen bud with a fervent, precise rhythm that has me pulsating. 

A moment later, I’m gone—convulsing, squeezing, and erupting into a hard and fast orgasm. 

However, this is far from over, because he’s lit a fire within me. 

One that’s burning for him. 

The moment he stands, I attack the button on his jeans and shove the denim down his thighs.

“My turn.” 

His mouth curls into a cocky smirk as I drop to my knees. “No objection here.”