Page 22 of Barons of Decay (Royals of Forsyth University #10)

His jaw tightens and I get the feeling Bruin isn’t used to not getting what he wants. Which means he must really want to talk to Arianette if he’s playing nice. “Fine. I just need you to do what you can. We’ve got to get our man out of lockup.”

I bristle at the idea of anyone being in jail, much less unjustly. “We’re also going on our King’s orders. Things have an extra layer of complication there.”

“I bet they do.” His eyebrow raises. “You tell your King we need cooperation moving forward.”

“Is that something people do,” Hunter asks, “just make demands of the King?”

“The Baron King and I go way back.” He laughs, and pushes his chair back, clearly finished with the conversation. “While you’re at it, ask him what kind of gift he wants for his wedding. I hate buying shit off a registry. Too impersonal.”

Lavinia walks back over, Arianette a step behind. The Duchess leans into his side, and he bends down, pressing a kiss just under her ear. “Want some?” she asks, holding up her coffee.

“You know I’m off sugar.” He grins at the two of us. “The first fight of the year is next weekend.”

Shit. I forgot.

Along with a mentally unstable Baroness we can’t fuck, a sweet parking spot, and being hounded by the media, there’s one more perk to being a Royal I’d forgotten about:

Friday Night Fury.

“What did that blue-haired bitch want?” I ask the minute we step outside.

“Moonlight.” She walks quickly between me and Hunter, that little skirt swishing across her thighs.

“What?” Hunter asks, giving me that ‘this bitch is crazy’ look over her head.

“Her hair looks like strands of moonlight.”

Jesus Christ. This day is turning into a clusterfuck. Five minutes after telling her not to speak to anyone, I’d sent her off with the Duchess.

At least I can figure out what the snake dressed in a bear suit wanted from Arianette.

“You didn’t actually say that to her did you?”

The last thing we need is everyone knowing the new Baroness and King's new bride is… off.

“I told her I liked it, and she said she liked my hair too.”

I take a deep breath, doing my best not to lose my temper.

“I need to get to class,” Hunter says, hitching his bag over his shoulder.

“Hunt,” I snap. “Listen to Bruin. Tell that professor to suck your Baron dick. We’ve got bigger problems.”

Those problems keep staring at us as we walk through campus, word having undoubtedly spread about the media in the parking lot, or worse, that we’d had a public sit down with a Duke.

Would Bruin have done that with an established Royal with bloodline and legacy?

I think the fuck not. The way he spoke to us, the way he talked about our girl. All of it grates my nerves.

But Hunter isn’t having it, and he starts off toward the Engineering building. The lit class that Arianette has been signed up for is in the same direction, so we tag along.

“What else?” I prompt, going back to the Duchess. “What did she say?”

“Bears have sharp teeth. Butterflies have wings. She liked my eyeliner.”

I run my hand through my hair and try not to panic.

On one hand, the Baroness isn’t in the state of mind to reveal anything of value.

On the other, I’m not sure I’m buying what she’s telling me and the farther we get from the student center, away from Bruin and the Duchess, the more pissed I get.

We look weak. Disrespected. It's not until the third asshole stares down Arianette that I realize another problem.

All of these fuckheads looking at her, eyeing her long, dark legs and that tiny skirt. Wondering what her tits look like under that goddamn modest sweater. She’s mine, I want to scream, ripping off her top to show the whole goddamn student body how she’s been marked by her Barons.

Hunter heads inside and on a whim, I grab her by the upper arm and follow.

“Don’t we have class?” she asks.

“We’re going to support your Baron while he gives his presentation.”

Hunter moves ahead of us, opening the door.

We step inside the cool brick building, and follow him to the lecture hall.

The entrance is at the back of the room, students filing in and then heading down the tiered rows.

The room is crowded and the professor is already at the front of the class.

Hunter leaves us, heading toward the podium with his laptop already out of his bag.

“I don’t like it here,” Arianette says.

“Yeah, I’m not a big fan of academic pretension either, but we’re staying.” I lead Arianette to a quiet corner behind the back row–a wide view of the entire room. I don’t speak as I move her body between mine and the half wall, pinning her in. “And we need to talk.”

She wiggles against me, aware that she’s trapped. Her tight little ass grazes my crotch and fuck, here we go again. Down below the professor, a middle-aged man, skinny with barely half a head of hair left, announces, “Today, Mr. Sorrin will give his presentation on Nanofluids Thermal Applications.”

Whatever the fuck that is.

Hunter moves behind the podium, and the overhead lights dim, just leaving the ones directed at the stage. I lean down and whisper in Arianette’s ear.

“You’re walking around school looking like a sweet, innocent virgin, in that tiny skirt and buttoned-up sweater. Did you see the Duchess? Her tits were on full display. That’s what a woman who fucks her men looks like. Not,” I drag my hand up her side, “not this, doll baby.”

She flinches, probably from pain from the piercings. Good.

“And yes,” I continue quietly, as Hunter rambles on about the ‘ wide range of applications in industries such as energy, electronics, and manufacturing .’ “I know that you’re technically a virgin, but you walking around clueless about how fucking hot you are makes me look like a loser.

It makes Hunter look like a rookie dumbass.

Like we’re the King’s hired hands and not your men. ”

And I’m pretty fucking tired of it.

“There are consequences for everything, sister, especially in Forsyth.” I push my hand under her skirt, reaching for the strip of fabric that covers her pussy.

Yanking it aside, my fingers dip underneath, feeling the warm, damp heat.

My cock, which had already been throbbing painfully between my legs, is now fully erect, desperate to feel the slick heat of this woman.

“And this is the consequence you get for walking around like a teasing slut in front of the entire campus.”

She doesn’t fight me, but she’s not exactly compliant.

Her spine is rigid as I yank her panties down to her thighs and then push a knee between her legs to keep them apart.

My fingers stroke down her pussy, and there’s a gasp as I coat her lips with the slippery fluid that’s nothing but her body betraying herself.

Keeping her pinned, I manage to get my zipper down, freeing my cock. I waste no time, sliding down her ass cheeks until the head of my cock eases between her legs. Jesus. My mind nearly blanks just from the sensation and I exhale into her neck.

She cranes her neck to look back at me, but I grab her neck and snap it forward.

“Look at your Baron. Think of him holding that knife. The way he looked at you while he was carving into you.” Almost like he hears me, Hunter’s eyes flick up to where we’re standing.

If he comprehends what we’re doing, he doesn’t let on, going on about ‘ …enabling more sustainable energy solutions… ’ “Do you remember that? How fucking wet you were?”

Her nod is small.

“You felt like that because no matter how sweet and innocent you may be, sister, deep down you’re like every other woman in Forsyth, a dirty slut.

” Clasping my hand around her waist, I rock into her painfully slow, covering myself in our building heat.

She gasps, hands lifting to cup her tits.

“Hands down,” I command. “If you don’t want them to hurt, stay still. ”

Leaning back, I lift her skirt to get a better view of my cock sliding in and out of her. The brown swell of her ass is smooth and I thumb apart her crack to dip a finger inside. Instead of squirming to get away, she lifts up and spreads her legs.

Horny bitch.

We’re far enough back that no one can see us above the room, only Hunter who is still presenting.

I’ve got no fucking clue what a nanofluid is, but I know her cunt is about to get filled with an entirely different kind of liquid.

It’s tempting to say fuck it all, to bury myself in her pussy and take the consequences, but the truth is that this is good.

Really fucking good. My pulse hammers as my orgasm builds, but just like last time, I want to draw her out as far as I can go, all the way to the very edge.

‘ Enhanced heat transfer,’ Hunter continues and for a minute I think he’s fucking with me, but I glance up and see the words on the screen. ‘ Energy storage system…’

Arianette’s knees start to tremble, her hand gripping mine to stay standing.

“You’re close, aren’t you,” I whisper in her ear, knowing I’m one second from busting the biggest nut of my life, which is insane because I’m not even inside her.

She sucks in a gulp of air, and her fleshy thighs tremble around me.

Yep, so fucking close.

I pull back, gripping the base of my blistering cock in my hand, and withdraw from the heat. Her neck twists, and she faces me with parted lips and a frustrated glare.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers, and I see the damp sheen on her forehead.

Desperate and horny.

Good.

Shoving a hand on her lower back, I bend her forward, hard against the wall, and push up her skirt.

I barely get it up before I come, thick hot cum surging from my cock.

I paint those pretty brown asscheeks with streaks of white, my cum coming out with a force that surprises me.

If I thought I needed to be inside her to come hard, I was mistaken.

Seeing my cum drip down her ass is spank material for weeks.

In fact…

I dig my phone out of my pocket and pull up the camera, snapping a pic for later.

I don’t miss the anger and frustration screwing up her face as I tuck myself in my jeans, a sure sign that whatever pleasure she was hoping to get from this is over.

Crouching, I slide those panties back up, letting the cotton soak up the semen. “I may not be able to claim you the way I want to, sister, but I can leave my mark in my own ways.”

‘…nanofluids are emerging as a game-changer in thermal applications, with their enhanced heat transfer capabilities offering significant benefits across a range of industries…’

Down below, Hunter wraps up his presentation, looking like he feels as satisfied with his work as I do with mine.