Cruel King (Royal Elite #0) by Rina Kent

“You’re kidding, huh?”

“Totally. As if I would ever want anyone other than you.”

That draws a mischievous smile from him. “Good save.”

I’m really starting to learn the devil’s ways.

“So what do you want to do?” he asks. “One last chance. Otherwise, we go with my naked all-day plan.”

I’m tempted to follow his plan and to hell with it, but something I always wanted to do with him prickles my mind.

“I want a normal date. Maybe a film and the amusement park?”

“That’s it?”

I nod, lowering my head. “I didn’t really date before and I want to experience that.”

“Wait. Go back. Didn’t really? As in you sort of dated?”

“I had some awkward dates in middle school when I was with Mum.”

“Any sorry fucks I should know about?”

“No, you freak,” I laugh. “Are you always this possessive?”

“Only with you, princess.”

I can’t help the heat creeping up my neck and into my cheeks. He has this maddening way of making me blush over the smallest words.

“Don’t even try to compare me to your previous dates.” A shot of possessiveness and jealousy grips me.

“I don’t date.”

“Oh.”

“You’ll be my first.”

I can’t help the stupid grin spreading on my face. “Is that a yes?”

“Not so fast.” He lowers his head until his lips hover a breath from mine. “What do I get in return?”

“What do you want?”

“You in my bed after the date.”

“Does that mean I’m paying for the date with sex?”

He lifts a shoulder, amusement glinting in his eyes. “If you want to look at it that way.”

“That sounds awfully like you’re my sugar daddy.”

“I’ll be your anything as long as you’re mine.”

“What if I change my mind?”

He nibbles on the corner of my lip, drawing a shudder from deep within me. “Too bad. The deal with the devil is a one-way ticket.”





When I told Levi I wanted to go on a normal date, I certainly didn’t mean for him to terrify me in the amusement park.

I’m sweating and breathing harshly by the time we come down from the rollercoaster ride.

Levi laughs, wrapping his bigger hand around mine.

“That’s not funny!” I nudge him.

“For someone who won a drinking game against our ace drinker, you’re rubbish with thrill rides.”

“Whatever.”

“You should’ve seen your face.” His voice drips with amusement.

I throw him a glare, scowling.

He clutches my cheeks and pulls them so his face is mere inches away from mine. “You’re so fucking adorable when you’re angry.”

“Is that why you ghosted me for two weeks?” The question comes out of nowhere, but that’s probably because it’s been at the back of my mind since I woke up this morning.

I won’t pretend everything is okay after he spent two weeks pretending I wasn’t there.

His expression closes and he lets go of my face. Just when I think he’ll retreat and I’ll have to chase him all over the park, he entwines his hand with mine.

I run in front of him but with his hand holding me hostage, it’s kind of impossible to get far ahead from him.

“Tell me why.” My voice catches. “I have the right to know why you treated me like I didn’t exist.”

He says nothing, continuing to stride ahead.

“Are you going to do it again? Do I have to sit and wait until your switch is on and you turn against me?”

Levi tugs on my hand, bringing me to a screeching halt. “Believe me, princess. That won’t happen again.”

“Why not? If you did it once, what’s going to stop you from doing it again?”

He releases a frustrated sound and continues dragging me along. At first, I think we’re leaving, but he stops in front of the Ferris wheel and gives the man our tickets before he flings me inside.

I fold my arms and sit at the far end from him.

He slides to my side. When I attempt to stand up, he yanks down on my thigh with a strong hand.

A groan of frustration rips from me. “I’m angry at you right now.”

“You can be angry all you want without leaving my side.”

I release an annoyed breath and stare outside as the Ferris starts moving. The more we go up, the smaller the world becomes. People are so minuscule, they’re barely decipherable.

Levi’s hand snakes up the leg of my shorts. I grab and throw it away. “Unless you’re ready to talk, don’t touch me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, princess.” His hand surrounds my throat. “I touch what’s mine whenever I damn well please.”

“Stop,” I hiss, feeling my walls crumble. “Just stop playing these mind games with me and tell me, Levi.”

His head tilts to the side like it does every time when he’s plotting something — usually trouble.

“Are you still searching into what happened that night?” he asks.

My brows furrow. “How did the conversation go to that?”