I LIKE MAKING YOU CUSS AND TALK DIRTY, PRINCESS

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

23. I LIKE MAKING YOU CUSS AND TALK DIRTY, PRINCESS

“ Are you going to help me bring it in or what? ” I said and turned to find Kieran standing right behind me.

“ Jesus Christ! Oh my God. Make some noise. You scared me. ” I huffed, as I pressed my hand against my racing heart to calm it down.

He ignores me and drags the box in and we sit on my carpet to unbox, sort and fix the

different parts of the bureau.

“ Did you honestly think I posted those videos of you? ” He asked softly and I

just shrug.

“ The phone was with you and you were really angry at me that night so... ”

“ I didn’t post it that night. ” He cocks his brow

“ Yeah, you did it after you saw me with L’acrux. ” I folded my arms.

“ You really think I’d do that to you for her? ” A frown marred his handsome

features. Why did he have to be so hot and good-looking? If only he were a good person underneath.

“ Stop what you’re trying to do, Kieran. I know you. ” I rolled my eyes.

“ You think you do? ” He mocks.

“ Well yeah. You did it for the new girl once, so why not? I bet you’re mad some hood rat thought of that before you. ”

“ Trust me. That was for your own good. ”

“ Of course, drenching me in bean stew at school was for my own good. Please stop it already. ”

“ You'll thank me later, Aali. ” He gets back to putting the drawers in the

dresser.

“ I said stop calling me that. ” I pursed my lips.

“ Why? You used to like it. ” he smirks.

“ That’s right. Used to, ” I said.

“ I think you hate it because it reminds you of your younger self.” He continues.

“ Yes, you’re right. It reminds me of the time I thought you were my friend but

all I was to you was an annoying little kid, who your parents forced you to

hang out with. You didn’t like me because I was a girl, so I was stupid and asked you to call me Ali. Because I found out it was a guy’s name. I was trying so hard to be like your other male friends so I’d be good enough for you. You

never even called me Ali. You call me Aali, which is still a girl’s name. And you treated me like Shit .So yes, I hate the younger version of myself. I

prefer the new me who stands up for herself and doesn’t take shit from anyone.

I prefer this vile bitch, who ruins the life of those who mess with her. I

prefer the new me, who cuts a pretty model’s face and ruins their career just

because I won’t face repercussions. So my utmost thanks goes to you, Kieran.

Thank you for inspiring me to create this better version of myself. ”

I hated to admit it but that little girl in me still cared about his opinion on me.

His hands shoot forward and I jerk back, but he only touches my face gently. His

rough and big hand brushes my smooth face, and I realize he’s wiping a tear.

I didn’t even know I was crying.

“ Cry baby. You know you’re actually a million times prettier than that L’acrux

girl. Right? ” He teases me, and before I can decide if I should be insulted that

he was picking and choosing what to address, or be flattered that he thought I

was prettier than a model, my phone rang, and I looked at Andrew’s name flashed on

the screen.

I decided to pick up the call. I didn’t want to talk to Andrew right now but it

was a distraction from what was happening. And I desperately needed a distraction.

Even this one. I was angry at him but I’d take what I can get.

Kieran’s hands latched onto mine for a second. His eyes narrowed angrily at the caller.

“ Don’t fucking pick up. ” He commanded and his grip tightens on my wrist, it

might snap if I disobeyed.

This was the Kieran I knew. The real Kieran Castles. Angry and violent and

judgmental. Not the bull shit he was trying to feed me with earlier.

I looked him straight in the eye, daring him to snap my wrist or do worse.

before I tapped the green button, picking up the call.

His hold tightens and I shut my eyes, bracing myself for the pain, but it doesn’t

come. I feel his hands let go off me and I open my eyes. His green eyes were

darker and a scowl was planted on his face.

He grabs the phone from me and speaks in a tone that has my blood chilling.

“ Fine. I agree to your re-match, Marin. Tomorrow at six am on the court. When I

win, you leave her the fuck alone. ”

“ I’m not a prize to be won douchebag! ” I said, but I was completely ignored.

“ And, of course, I’d be team Captain. ” He continued.

“ Deal. ” Andrew agreed, before Kieran gave me back the phone. And by that, I mean push it into my chest. I hold onto it with both hands and go into the bathroom to talk with him.

“ You cancelled our plans to go and be with him?” Andrew accused me.

“ You really think I want to be in his presence? ” I asked.

“ Well, NO. But he picked up when I called you at this hour, so …. ”

“ We quarreled at dinner and my parents made us go upstairs to work things out.

” I explained.

“ I guess the dinner didn’t go well then, ” he chuckles.

“ You think? I got grounded and my car has been taken away from me. ” I sit on

the water closet and roll my eyes although he can’t see me

“ Ouch. I’m sorry. ” he apologized.

“ It’s fine. But are you sure you want to compete with Kieran? ” I asked worriedly.

“ Don’t worry and have some faith in your captain. I work my ass off training every day whilst he’s going around acting all cool. He won’t beat me. ” He laughs and I get re-assured.

“ I want to officially ask you out when I win, so I definitely will, ” he says and I smile.

The bathroom door opens with a bang and I find Kieran standing at the door. I

expected him to leave out of anger and maybe even report me to my parents, but

he hadn’t.

Why is he so angry? I thought girls were the ones with the mood swings.

“ Come and check it out! ” He orders in his bossy voice and I roll my eyes as I

walk past him. He doesn’t make way and forces me to squeeze past him, of course.

The pink bureau has been set up to face my bed.

“ It’s actually intended for my closet. ” I lifted my chin and said.

He moves towards the dresser and I remain where I was, not moving to help him drag

the heavy wood into the walk-in closet.

It seems he’s not even considering asking for my help as he carries the bureau all by himself, not even dragging it or looking tired.

I waited for him to put it all the way in a particular spot before I pointed to

the opposite wall.

“ Put it there instead. ”

He moved it there without a word and he didn’t seem too phased by the amount of

strength he was using.

“ A little bit to the left.”

“ No, more to the right. ”

" A bit to the front "

" Move it back to where you placed it first. " I said like an entitled brat.

I heard Andrew snicker on the phone, but Kieran still gave me no reaction as he

complies.

“ You’re free to go. ” I waved him off.

He grabs my wrist so suddenly that the phone falls from it and lands on the carpeted floor.

“ What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you Psycho! ” I screamed in hopes that someone might come, but our rooms were sound-proof. I could tell he didn’t find my jokes funny at all.

He jerks my hand to my back and pushes me into the bureau’s mirror.

My breasts press onto the cold and hard surface painfully

“ Kieran ” I say his name, but I don’t know if I’m begging or warning him.

“ You trying to boss me around is cute and all, it even got my dick hard for you. You know? ” He groans as he presses his groin to my butt and I feel him hard as a rock and big.

My breath hitches and my throat dries up.

“ But if you don’t stop, I’m going to bend you over your cute new princess table and fuck your little attitude out of you whilst your little boyfriend listens. ” He threatened.

“ It’s a Victorian-inspired antique dresser, so fuck you and the only way you’d be getting your dick inside me is if I’m not breathing. So over my dead body. If bossing you around got you so hard you might want to consider being my little bitch, Castles. ”

Kieran lets go of my hand and before I can relieve the pressure on my breasts, he grabs my hair and I hold onto his forearm, ready to fight back.

“I’d take those words back if I were you” he warns, but I clamp my mouth shut in rebellion.

He yanks me back by my hair and I fight, clawing and scratching him. He shoves me down on the dresser so my upper body is pressed on the wooden surface. I try to kick him in the balls from behind but his knees quickly force them back and keep them against the dresser.

I’m breathing heavily now and Kieran is not even breaking a sweat. I hated this

“Fuck you!” I exhaled hard. I was getting out of shape since I’d been kicked out of the cheer squad.

“I like making you cuss and talk dirty, princess.” He chuckles.

He lifts my dress and bunches it at my waist and I gasp as I feel the cold air against my round and firm butt.

My panties come down next, biting into my skin, as it hangs on my mid-thigh.