Cruel King (Royal Elite #0) by Rina Kent

“Lie all you want, but I can feel your arousal, princess.”

I’m about to protest when he pinches my nipple hard.

My head falls back on a moan. “Oh, God.”

He continues twirling the nipple, playing then pinching it as if it’s a torture device. And in a way, it is.

Hot breaths tickle my ear as he whispers, “Are you telling me that if I touch you right now, you won’t be dripping wet?”

“L-Levi…” It was supposed to be a protest, but I’m too drugged on his dirty words.

Not to mention that the double onslaught on my breast and ear is making me too hazy to think.

“Tell me, princess, if I push through your folds, are you going to soak me?”

I don’t get to reply.

With his grip on my hair, he pushes me back and yanks my skirt to my mid-section, exposing my pale thighs and the black boy shorts.

The spark of lust in his eyes mixes with that strange blackness.

“Levi, you—”

My words die out when he cups me over my boy shorts. I bite my lower lip against the moan. It’s like all my nerves have gathered underneath his hand.

“You are wet.” His wolfish grin make me draw a stuttering breath.

“How do I make you wet, princess?”

His fingers inch to the band of my underwear. “Is it how I touch you here?” He slips a finger over the cloth, rubbing up and down. “Do you want me to stick it in you? Are you going to swallow me in like a good little princess?”

Although his touch and dirty words are maddening, it’s the look in his eyes that make me want to free fall to sin.

He looks at me as if I’m the most appetising thing he’s ever seen. He’s starving and his unapologetic, raw hunger is rubbing off on me.

“You’ll come for me won’t you?” he growls. “You’ll scream so loud, you’ll bring the whole fucking house down, huh? Everyone will know you’re being fucked real good, won’t they?”

Oh for the love of Vikings, why does every word he says turn me on even more?

“But first, you want me to see you, don’t you? You want me to see that pussy that will soon belong to me. I bet it’s all swollen and pink and ready for me, isn’t it?”

I swallow, unable to breathe right. Because maybe I do. Maybe I’m crazy and I want him to see me.

All of me.

Angling my legs up, he brings my boy shorts down without breaking eye contact.

Those enthralling, pale eyes.

Those blue, blue eyes.

The intimacy of the moment undoes me.

Then his gaze strays to what he uncovered. I lick my dry lips at the feral, wild look on his face.

But I don’t get to watch him watch me for long. I don’t get to pause the moment and tuck it for safekeeping.

Because he’s between my legs.

“What are you —”

All thoughts disappear when he runs his tongue from the bottom right to the top of my clit.

I open my mouth to say something, but it remains in a wide ‘O’. He repeats the onslaught again, not giving me time to breathe. I grip the table’s edge as my head falls against the table’s wood.

He sucks and pulls at my folds with his teeth, his stubble scratching at my inner thighs. The sensation is enough to bring me to the edge.

“You taste.” Suck. “Like.” Suck. “Fucking sin.”

I can feel myself dipping for him. For his words. For his whole damn aura.

Levi owns me in ways, even I can’t begin to explain. I can’t even understand them myself.

He nibbles on my clit with his teeth, and I jerk up the table as if I’m possessed. He pins me down with both his hands on my hips.

My fingers find the golden locks of his hair and I push — or pull — I’m not quite sure. He continues sucking and nibbling and thrusting his tongue in and out of my opening like he’s been starving for me. Like I was made for him to devour.

Something wild and unrestrained builds inside me so fast, I can’t register it, let alone contain it.

There’s no warning. No damn slowing down Levi and his brutal, unrestrained tongue.

I come so hard, my head bangs against the wood and black dots form behind my lids.

A flash of movement breezes in my peripheral vision. Or maybe that’s the orgasm halo.

I return to the world of the living with Levi’s lips on mine and his tongue thrusting inside my mouth. The same lips and tongue that just brought me over the edge.

I almost come right then and there again.

This time, I kiss him back. I clash with his tongue and his teeth and I give back the wildness he brought out in me.

I become the war he tries to conquer.





25





Astrid





If fate brought us together, then fate be damned.



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I tiptoe towards the back entrance of the pool house. It’s become an epic sneaking out technique that I’ve been perfecting.

There’s no way in hell I’m having breakfast with my evil stepmother and her daughter.

That sounded very Cinderalla-ish — in a bad way.

I spent the entire weekend with Dan at Ally’s or playing pool at his place. Oh, and I totally stole Aunt Nora’s scones and left Dan with nothing.

Still, I couldn’t say a word about what happened at Ronan’s party.