Cruel King (Royal Elite #0) by Rina Kent

My breath still catches in my throat and my heart tries to beat out of my chest.

How can I feel this strongly for a monster?

He grips one of my hips harshly. “I see you but I don’t touch you. I hear you but I can’t speak to you. You drove me fucking crazy.”

“Good.” I lean into his hand, rocking against his thigh. “Because you made me crazy for a while now.”

Levi releases my hip and stuffs his index and middle finger into my mouth. I suck on his skin as I keep riding his thigh. I’m probably making a sticky mess on his muscles, but I don’t stop.

I can’t.

He doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he drags his thigh against my sensitive folds faster, making me frantic.

“You’re soaking me.” His voice is raspy. “Fuck. Do you feel yourself on me, princess?”

I nod.

He flicks his thumb against my nipple, making them harden before he pinches. Hard.

“Do you want me to make you come?”

I moan around his fingers in response. He removes his thigh from between my legs, leaving me empty and aching and so freaking hungry.

“What—”

Words die in my throat when he runs his hard, thick cock up and down my entrance.

Holy shit.

That’s even better than his thigh.

My breathing comes out stuttered and short.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

When he doesn’t remove his fingers, I speak around them. “I’m… yours.”

“I don’t care what fucking happens. You’re not leaving anymore.” He slams into me before I can form any type of response.

I close my eyes at the onslaught of emotions and I feel tears forming behind my lids.

This feeling, this belonging.

I thought I imagined it the other time, but it’s real. Something primal goes through me whenever we’re joined like this.

He’s mine, too.

His harsh breathing. His relentless strokes. His head-turning scent.

All of him.

He belongs to me.

Thrusting into me long and hard, Levi removes his fingers from my mouth to stroke a strand of hair behind my ear.

He wipes a stray tear from under my eye. “I told you no protection next time. I want to feel you bare.”

I smile despite myself. “It’s not about that. I’m on the shot.”

“Thank fuck.”

“And here I thought you were trying to impregnate me last time.”

“Oh, it will happen someday, but you’re not ready for that yet.” He sucks on the lobe of my ear and nibbles down my throat.

I’m too lost in his body against mine to form any opinions about what he just said.

He picks up his pace and I push back into him as his thrusts turn harder and faster and out of control.

With each pound, he hits that sweet spot that drives nuts.

“Oh, God, Levi… more...”

“Mine?”

“Oh please…”

“Tell me you’re mine, princess. Tell me you won’t let anyone else touch you the way I do. Tell me you won’t change or leave me.”

My heart thumps loud at his strained tone and the way he watches me as if my answer will be either his damnation or his salvation.

I open my mouth to say something, but he stuffs a harsh finger into my mouth.

“Don’t lie. If you make a promise, fucking keep it.”

“I’m yours, Levi,” I whisper, meeting his gaze.

And I mean it.

I have been his longer than I’d like to admit.

“Promise,” he growls.

“I promise.”

His thrusts turn animalistic and so do my movements.

His back muscles become rigid and he curses, calling my name.

This orgasm hits me harder than any of the others. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long. Maybe because I missed the freaking hell out of him.

Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because of all these jumbled feelings in my chest.

I’m completely screwed.





45





Levi





If you’re a mistake, I’ll still make it every fucking time.



* * *



I push through the chaos in Ronan’s house, carrying a bucket of water.

All the team members left yesterday after I put the party to a stop.

The three I needed to fuck up hid, but there’s no running from me.

Xander, Cole and the little shit Ronan are sprawled over the sofas in the lounge area. Their limbs are thrown over each other in awkward positions.

Aiden sent me a video of Astrid hugging Ronan’s shoulders while they drank at the same time. Xander, Cole, and the other team members cheering them on.

I never drove as fast as I did last night.

I had meant to pull her down, beat the guys to a pulp, then go back to punching the bag.

But the moment she fell into my arms, I couldn’t leave.

I tried, but the thing about Astrid? She got under my fucking skin and it’s becoming impossible to pluck her out.

Then this morning happened.

I told myself it’s only one last time. One last taste. One last touch. One last fucking kiss.

But that’s impossible, too.

There’s no fucking way I’ll ever get enough of her.

Fuck the King and the Clifford names.

Fuck the animosity.