Cruel King (Royal Elite #0) by Rina Kent

A certain organ that’s been inside me minutes ago. Hard and thick and —

“Like what you see, princess?”

My eyes snap to his amused ones. “I wasn’t looking.”

The arsehole’s smirk widens. “Something on your face says otherwise.”

I turn around, wiping my mouth. Please tell me I wasn’t drooling.

“You’re blushing, princess. Nothing can erase that.”

Oh.

I whirl back around, feeling my cheeks hotter than earlier. “Hurry so we can go to school.”

He disappears behind the counter and throws over his shoulder. “No.”

“What?”

He faces me from the other side, leaning over on both his hands until his gorgeous face is in mine. “Tell me when you last broke a rule?”

He smiles and when it reaches his eyes, I can’t help smiling back. “You’re too uptight, princess. What did I say about living in the moment?”

“I did, didn’t I?” My cheeks heat, remembering how much I screamed in the shower when he disappeared between my legs.

“Sure did.” He taps my nose. “You’re fucking adorable when you blush.”

I swat his hand away. “I don’t need to break rules to live in the moment.”

“When was the last time you skipped?”

“Yesterday, remember?”

“That doesn’t count. You didn’t have a choice. Today, you do.”

“And if I do skip, what’s the plan?”

He shakes his head with disapproval. “Plans defy the whole point of skipping. We’ll just wing it.”

“Wing it?”

“Since it’s rainy, we’ll stay inside and do indoor things.”

“Things like what?”

“Like fucking your brains out, princess.”

My cheeks turn into a fire pit and a tingle draws up my spine at the promise.

Jeez. I’ve only discovered this part of myself last night and I already can’t get enough. Have I turned into a nympho or something?

“That is if you aren’t too sore?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m not.” I am. But I won’t let that ruin my fun.

Ha. I’m starting to think like Levi.

A night with the devil and I’m already thinking like him.

“How do you like your eggs?” he disappears underneath the counter as the sound of pans and clanking fills the space.

“You know how to cook?” I ask.

“I learnt a trick or two from spending time here.”

“You don’t live with Aiden and your uncle?”

“I do, but I don’t call that house my home.” He reappears with a pan and utensils and heads to the stove.

“I also don’t feel like Dad’s house is my home sometimes.”

He tilts his head. “Sometimes?”

“I don’t know how to explain it, but at times, it does feel like home.” When only Dad is there. When I don’t see Victoria and Nicole’s faces or hear their taunts. When I help Sarah out in the kitchen like I used to do with Mum.

When Dad comes to wish me goodnight.

I hop down my stool and join Levi behind the counter.

One. The view from here is more gorgeous.

Two. I want to help.

“Just sit down,” he pushes me back but I nudge him.

“This is my way of living the moment. Let me.”

It’s an epic failure.

I end up with flour all over my face and arms because Levi’s definition of living the moment is playing around and feeling me up.

At first, I tried to fight it, but there’s no fighting Levi. His intensity runs too deep, it’s like being sucked whole with no way out.

It’s frightening sometimes.

It’s thrilling most of the time.

I’m always buzzing out of my skin, waiting for the next thing he’ll come up with.

He’s a high that I’m not sure I want to come down from.

I know Levi is dangerous. I’ve seen it in that black gaze and his closed off features. I felt it in the way he takes whatever he wishes without looking back. I’ve heard it in his sinister voice and unapologetic words.

All of that was supposed to push me away. Instead, I keep gravitating towards him like a moth to a fire.

He’ll burn me.

He’ll destroy me.

But I’ll keep coming back for more anyway.

After breakfast, we play chess. He has this huge glass board in the middle of the lounge area and we sit across from each other.

He narrows one eye before we start, “I warn you. I crush my enemies.”

“Humph,” I tuck my knees underneath me and puff my chest. “Show me what you got, King.”

As if I lit a fire, his eyes gleam with a challenge. His posture turns uptight, and his entire stance sharpens for the battle.

After fifteen minutes of trying to outsmart him, I lose.

He takes down all my defences and then kills my queen in the most brutal way.

I sulk, staring at his main pieces that remain intact.

He chuckles when I continue sulking. “You’re doing it all wrong.”

“How?”

“You’re protecting your king when you should be protecting something far more important.”

“The queen?”

“Could be.” He tilts his head to the side. “But if you really want to win, then you need all your battalion.”