Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) by Rina Kent

He tilts his head further. “Saying ‘no’ doesn’t have to be your knee-jerk reaction to everything I ask.”

“It’s not that.” I motion vaguely at the pool. The bottom isn’t even visible. “Deep water scares me.”

His smokey gaze roams over me for a second as if he’s contemplating the information. “I’m on the steps. You won’t drown.”

“Still no.” I clutch the railings. “Besides, did you miss the part where I’m mad at you?”

“I’m mad at you, too. We can be mad at each other while you’re sitting on my lap.”

While my body is tempted by his offer, my gaze strays to the pool then away again. There’s no way I’m getting into the water. Hell, I can’t even look at it for more than a second without feeling something crawling along my skin.

“You can come willingly or I’ll drag you.”

I huff and turn to leave.

“Don’t run or I’ll feel the need to chase and conquer, sweetheart.”

A part of me wants to do just that and see his reaction, but for today, I’m a coward. And he’s right, we’re both mad at each other and I hate it.

I hate that we’re not close when this is my first visit to his house.

I open the robe and hang it on the railing, remaining in a sleeveless white T-shirt and boy shorts. My steps are cautious as I approach the pool where Aiden awaits me with a furrowed brow.

“How about we go to your room?” I ask as a last resort.

“Next time.”

Once I’m within reach, Aiden clasps his hand around my wrist and tugs me down. I yelp as I splash in the water to my middle. I land on his lap facing deep, dark water.

My heart slams in my chest, wanting out. Needing out. I feel the colour drain from my face as I continue staring at the water.

This isn’t real. It isn’t real.

“Hey,” Aiden’s hands snake along my neck. I turn around so my knees are on each side of his thighs on the steps and my chest is flush against his. I wrap my arms around his neck and hide my face in the crook of his shoulders, breathing heavily into his skin.

“Talk to me,” Aiden’s fingers dig into my hair and he undoes my bun, letting my hair fall to my shoulders.

“I hate it.” My voice trembles. “I hate so much water.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I wish I knew.”

“Then let’s talk about something else.”

I open my eyes the slightest bit, my breathing still ragged. “Like what?”

“Like how you celebrated with the guys earlier when I was sitting right there.”

I chuckle. “Are you being jealous right now?”

“I’m stating facts.”

“Right.” I jab his shoulders. “Besides, I didn’t agree to be your girlfriend yet.”

His arms tighten around my waist in a vice-like grip. “Titles don’t matter, the only thing that matters is that you’re mine. Stop acting like you aren’t.”

“And you stop making me distrust you.” I palm his cheeks. “I want to trust you, Aiden, I really do, so help me out.”

With me on top of him, he plunges in the water. I shriek when I’m drowned to my neck.

“Damn it, Aiden. This isn’t the way to help me trust you.”

“Shhh.” he soothes as my limbs shake. “Trust me.”

I hold onto him with all my might because if I don’t, I’ll be left to the merciless water.

“Aiden…” I warn.

“Just imagine that it’s only us here.”

“I can’t.” The water is about to swallow me. Those hands will keep me down. I won’t be able to breathe or —

Aiden’s lips press against mine in a slow, dominant kiss. His fingers thread into my hair as he continues his relentless exploration.

Fear is the least of my worries as he trails his lips to the hollow of my throat then to my transparent rosy nipple through the soaked white cloth. He bites down on the hard tip, and I moan, my head tipping back.

He divides his attention between my two breasts; sucking, biting, and teasing.

His free hand pulls my boy shorts down until he finds my aching pussy. My head falls on his shoulder where the water barely reaches his collarbone.

His fingers find my folds and he rubs up and down before thrusting inside me with two fingers at the same time.

“Oh, God,” I breathe into him.

“Relax,” he rasps into my ear, working me faster.

I mentally order my body to loosen the tension.

Then, Aiden is kissing me again and it’s like an aphrodisiac. I thread my fingers into the back of his wet hair as I kiss him back with complete abandon.

A different tension builds inside me and I let go. I cave into Aiden and come in a wordless cry.

But he’s not done.

No.

He backs me against the edge of the pool. My back hits the cold tiles and he wraps my legs around his waist as he thrusts inside me.

I gasp, holding onto his shoulders. He kisses me wildly and with untamed frenzy as he pounds into me. My arse hits the tiles with each of his merciless thrusts. The water intensifies the friction at one second and takes it away the next. It’s like a game.

“Aiden…” My nails dig into the rippling muscles of his back.