Swamp Princess (Skystead Prep Book 1), page 1
Swamp Princess
E.L. ROSE
Copyright © 2023 by E.L. Rose
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Contents
Swamp Princess Playlist
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
About the Author
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Swamp Princess Playlist
Go Girl- Pitfall
Go Down Deh- Spice
Taste- Tyga
If I Ain’t Got You- Vitamin String Quartet
No Hands- Wacka Flacka
Slut Me Out- NLE Choppa
Kitty Kat- Megan Thee Stallion
Him & I- G- Easy & Halsey
Bad Things- Jace Everett
Play- David Banner
Bad Things- Machine Gun Kelly
Watch Me Burn- Michele Morrone
Another Sad Love Song- Toni Braxton
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Hustle means how you survive through life everyday.
Chapter One
Party like a rockstar, look like a movie star, play like an all star, fuck like a pornstar. Baby, I'm a superstar. Pitbull blares through the speakers in the trap house. My white cropped band t-shirt is sweaty and you can see my lace black bra underneath. My booty shorts hug every one of my curves, and with Blaise pressed against my ass. I can feel every inch of him.
I grind on him a little harder, loving the growl he does in my ear. I’m fucking him tonight. I smirk and glare at the jealous girls staring at me with so much hate that if I was anyone else, I may have cowered, but I’m fucking not.
“You’re killing me, Brin.” Chuckling, I lean forward a little and shake my ass on him as his hands grip my hips and sway and bump with my movements, sending lust zipping through me. Growling again, he grabs a hold of my long hair and pulls me back. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you right here on this dance floor.”
Laughing, I turn and face him, smirking right in his face. “Hmmm, I don’t know, Blaise. I think I may skip tonight. One of your fan club bitches may take you up, though.” I nod my head to the girls, trying their hardest to get his attention and laugh when his lip rises.
Being here is dangerous enough with Vince sniffing around, but I wanted a night out before school tomorrow. We are doing these stupid exams. I feel my phone buzz in my bra and I frown. It’s probably my coked out mother begging me to grab her some coke from Vince. I ignore it. I only satiate her addiction when her murderous intentions threaten me in my sleep. Otherwise, she fucks men to get a hit.
Blaise pulls me against him harder, grinding into me. “These fucking prep bitches keep eye fucking me,” he whispers in my ear. I turn my head slightly and look at them and laugh. Blaise may take a run at those bitches and make them cry all the way back to their little fancy cars and back over the tracks to Skystead Prep.
“Go ahead, playboy. I need a minute.” I whisper and motion for him to back up.
“Brin, come on.” He reaches for me, and I smile while taking a step. I’m going to let him play. I have to remind myself that even though Blaise is my best friend, he's not mine to claim, and sometimes I get really close to blurring those lines. He is vehemently against relationships.
He fucks and I fuck him. I have never been with another and for now, I am content with that. I don’t want to turn out like my whore of a mother. I’m happy with the arrangement with Blaise, and since we live so close to one another, it is convenient.
I head to the door and think about the paper I turned into my English teacher. The chance at a full ride to Skystead Prep. I hope I get it, but fifty people turned it in and I’m probably not what they want. There are better looking girls here in the swamps that they can shine up to fit their image.
Shaking my head to clear it, I am halfway through the door when an arm wraps around my waist as another song starts. Fuck it. I am pulled against a chest, a muscular chest and his hips start moving and damn does he have moves. I smile he has to be from the swamp. No prep fuck knows how to dance like this.
A blunt gets pushed into my face and I smack it away. I want to keep my senses about me until I am spun in arms and come face to face with Vince. I school my face and push him off, but he just grabs me again, slamming me to his body.
“Brinley, when are you going to be mine and stop fucking little boys?” His eyes quickly flit to Blaise and I snarl at him.
“When are you going to stop trying to fuck little girls?” I’m not little, but Vince is twenty-one, and I just turned sixteen, and so did Blaise. We are two months apart, just starting our tenth grade year.
“You aren’t a little girl, though, are you?” He drags me back to him and I can’t help but enjoy the smell of him. “We both know you fuck that one there like a fucking pornstar.”
I blanch. How would he know? “Get off me, Vince.”
“No, I want to dance.”
“I will dick punch you.” I say as the two guys move behind him. His thugs, of course the gangbanger of the swamp would have these hired men.
“No, I don’t think you will. One day you’re going to be my queen and together we will rule South Warren.” Vince is the most notorious gang leader in South Warren and slowly getting larger as he tries to push into other territories. Even the stupid fucks of North Warren know him and some even answer to him. So, why he keeps coming to the swamps and to trap parties is beyond me.
“Why are you even here?” I ask him, actually curious.
His eyes twinkle and where the other girls swoon a little, I try again to pull away. “You really have no idea, do you? Maybe you are a little more innocent than you let on, princess.” He moves his hips again, pulling me closer to him and I relent. He won’t leave me alone until I dance with him.
Vince has his Gucci black shades on and his gold, delicate chain, paired with his dark jeans and his open black shirt that lays over his white t-shirt. His skin is the color of mine and Blaise, mocha and smooth. He has a very neatly trimmed beard, and his eyes are the color of mud.
Most women swoon for him, especially the Skystead bitches. Not me. I can see the shark and the danger he brings. He probably has killed at least ten people for owing him money. When the song ends, I pull away from him, trying not to scowl. I don’t need a reason for him to put me on his shit list.
I’m trying to make it out of the swamp and take Blaise with me. Even if he isn’t mine. He’s my best friend, but I wouldn’t leave him behind. Most of the kids in the swamp never leave, and they turn to drugs and violence or turn to gangs.
I don’t want that for my life. I want something better than the rotted shitty trailer and spreading my legs for a hit.
“I need some air,” I say, pulling away. His eyes turn to slits until they flick to someone behind me and I turn and groan. Damien, ugh, the fucker.
I go to move out of the middle. I know they will fight. Opposing gangs always do. Damien stops me on the way out and I scowl. Damien is my ex-boyfriend from grade school. It was a stupid lovesick crush before I met Blaise. After his dad died, he became a gangbanger and took over for Gun when he died. He runs the same shit through the tracks and does some skin work, and these two are always trying to one-up one another.
Damien and Vince seem as obsessed with me as I am with Blaise, except they tell me to my face and I’m too chicken shit to say anything to Blaise. Vince reeks danger and I wouldn’t go there, but Damien, I still see soft spots of who he used to be, and it still makes me smile.
A slower, sexier song hits, and to piss Vince off, Damien grabs me and grinds himself against me. I go to pull away when Damien whispers in my ear. “Not yet, Brinney. I want to fuck with him, and it looks like the little fuck boy you're always with found someone.”
“What?” I turn my head and my heart breaks a little as I see Blaise with his head thrown back on the couch, his eyes closed in pleasure as a prep bitch is greedily sucking his cock. A little hurt, I shove it down. We are friends with benefits, except he gets more benefits than me.
I shake my head and look back at Damien. He’s still as sexy, his fresh blue t-shirt and dark blue jeans make his blue eyes stand out. His blond hair is cut close to his head and you can tell he has hit up the barber. Burying my stupid feelings for my best friend, who I occasionally fuck, I turn back to Damien.
“Fine, but only one dance.” He grins, and it looks like what you would imagine a wolf would look like. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me tight into his body and his knee between my legs. His head hits
“Fuck, you kill me every time I get to touch you.” Damien is partially a good guy. It really is a shame he got into this way of life. I will never be a part of this life. I want better. Before the song fully ends, Vince snaps and pulls Damien off me and guns are drawn right next to my face.
I back up and I feel a hand wrap around my wrist as the two biggest Warren gang Kings stand toe-to-toe with a gun pointed at one another.
“Come on, let's get out of here,” Blaise whispers slowly, pulling me away.
I move with him, hoping they don’t stop me. I don’t know why both of them are interested in me, but I wish they would give some of that to Blaise. Stop! You can’t have him.
“Home sweet home,” Blaise says, snarling toward the trailer. I can hear the moans my mother is already making and my eyebrows raise. Blaise rushes in to check his trailer. “All clear.” Means his father is out, the scumbag. Probably fucking my mother. I side eye my trailer and notice Blaise does the same thing.
“Well, come on then.” I push past him, heading into the trailer. I know his place as much as my own. I head right to his room and flop down on his bed. I hear him move around a few seconds later and he tosses a shirt at me.
“Get up and shower.” He grabs his own clothes and we both head to the shower. I always get flutters when I see him naked. A crown on his peck and wings on his back, and love, honor and duty written on his forearm in delicate swirls. We wash quickly and get out to dry.
Walking back to his room, he smacks my ass, and I can’t help but snark at him. “Have a good time tonight.” I feel him pause behind me for a minute.
“Are you jealous, Brin?” The cockiness in his voice makes me snap.
I turn to stare at him and cock an eyebrow. “Why would I be? You are a favorite swamp boy of the Sky bitches.” I cringe. I know he hates being considered a swamp boy by the Skystead kids, but this is what we are.
His face darkens for a moment, and he steps closer to me. “If you're jealous, you don’t have to insult me to prove a point.” His body pressed against mine and I momentarily forgot to breathe.
“I’m not jealous. You’re my best friend. You are able to do what you want.” I breathe him in and the smell of mint and sandalwood mingle together and I have to force my brain to allow oxygen. I can’t have him. He has never had a girlfriend and said he would never have one. I can’t get my heart tangled in him.
“You really are clueless,” he whispers against my mouth. He thinks that’s the end of it before I shove him.
“What is it with you fucking men telling me I’m clueless?” I’m not fucking clueless. I’m actually one of the smartest kids in my grade and in the school, which is why my hopes are so big for this essay and scholarship.
“Forget it.” He shakes his head and cocks a smile at me. “Now come on and let me taste you. Like half the men at the trap house wanted to do.”
I smirk. “Yeah, okay, but you're delusional. The only one who wants me is Vince, and that is never happening.” I tell him as he drags me onto the bed, making sure my back hits the mattress. Blaise is already half naked, only wearing his sweats. Since I’m wearing his shirt, I’m left bare underneath. He presses himself against me and leans in to kiss me.
I stop him, pulling back with a sigh. “I told you not to kiss me.” Every time his lips touch mine, I get weaker and want to beg him to be mine, but his words always haunt me. I’m never going to settle. No female from the swamp will ever be mine, nothing but trash here.
Huffing, he looks down at me. “Why? Why are you so against kissing?” His eyes melt me, and I wiggle. My body is so turned on by him being on top of me that I wiggle some more, feeling him growing harder.
“It’s too intimate,” I whisper shyly.
An incredulous look passes his face. “I’m about to stick my cock in you without a damn condom, and kissing is more intimate than that?”
Losing patience as he rolls his hips, I sigh. “Yes, we do it because we are both clean and I’m on birth control.” I know Blaise uses condoms if he fucks someone else because I told him the moment he doesn’t, I will never fuck him again.
“If I can’t kiss you, I’m not fucking you. I want it all, Brin.” He backs up and, in my panic and horniness, I almost don’t hear what he says. “I want you, Brin.”
Exasperated, I shout at him. “Fine, just come fuck me.” He climbs back on the bed and towers over me. He licks his plump lips before his mouth collides with mine. My heart explodes. A million butterflies feel like they are beating at my stomach as his tongue explores mine. I run my hands across his chest, feeling some of the marks where his father cut him. I reach a hand down his sweats, grasping his cock.
Groaning, he allows me to touch him, and I slide my hand up and down his length. The size of his cock is always surprising to me, no matter how many times he fills me up with it. A moment later, my hand is wrenched from his pants, and he holds them to my sides. He kisses down my throat, nibbling and sucking, no doubt leaving marks on me, another thing I told him not to do. He never listens.
He knows I don’t have panties on, so he begins licking his finger. I watch as he pumps his finger in and out of me while rubbing my G Spot. Pumping my hips to his fingers he slams his mouth back to mine and I feel the rising orgasm as he curls his finger inside me.
“Cum on my fingers, Brin, so I can taste it.” His tongue swipes across my hard nipple and I shatter around him. “Good girl,” he whispers right before he slams inside me. Blaise stretches me so good, his hips set the perfect pace between fast and slow, being sure I take all of him.
My hips meet his thrusts every time, and he uses his thumb on my clit to bring my body back to the point of coming again. I can’t help myself and yank him down to kiss me. He slows his pace as he feels my body reacting again, and I moan into his mouth.
“I’m going to cum,” I whisper, urging him to speed up, but Blaise never does. He likes to take it slow before we cum again and make sure it's excruciatingly slow. He smirks down at me before biting my lower lip and thrusts faster. My body explodes, squeezing his cock. I feel his release shoot inside of me, and I feel the satisfaction of having him inside me which causes me to melt.
Chapter Two
“Brin, wake up. We gotta get moving.” I sigh, hearing Blaise’s voice. Today is Monday. “Today they announce the winner.” That gets me moving. I sit up in bed, still feeling the delicious ache between my legs from last night.
“Ugh, I need a shower.” I start to get up when Blaise stops me.
“Dad’s home.”
“Fuck.” Out the window, it means. His dad doesn’t care if I stay, but he is a pervert, and Blaise hates how he talks to me. I gather my discarded clothing and leave out his windows. “I will meet you in twenty.” I whisper as I jog the little gap between our trailers.
I walk in and it's not a surprise that the house smells of coke and sex. I shake my head in disgust at what must have happened last night while I was at the trap house. I creep quietly through the house hoping I wouldn’t have to deal with my mother. Once I make it to the bathroom, I can see a pile of men's clothes that wasn't there before.
They don't look like Blaise’s dads but I picked them up just to be on the safe side. I creep through the trailer and see my mother in her bed, face down and ass out. She is snoring, and taking a closer look, I can see the coke bags next to her.
Sighing, I move forward and frown at Vince’s seal. So she has been getting her coke from him. If I I could, I would to talk to Vince and ask him not to sell to my mother. However, a deal with Vince is worse than dealing with the devil, and all he wants is to stick his cock in my ass.
