Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) by Rina Kent

“What is it, sweetheart?” he grunts against my mouth.

“I… I…”

He wraps his hand around my throat, and something inside me cracks.

I come at the same time as his thrusts turn wild. He pulls almost completely out of me and then pushes back in.

When he softens inside me, I hide my face in his neck, tears rimming my eyes.

Aiden just took a scary place and turned it into a happy place.

I palm his cheeks and kiss him as he carries me out with my legs wrapped around his waist.





Chapter Forty-Four





For weeks, the six of us watched football together. Even Kim has become a regular in our nights at the King’s mansion.

Sometimes, Levi and Astrid would join — when Levi doesn’t have a game.

Aiden still didn’t take me to the ‘Meet Up’ but he promised to.

During all the time we spent at Aiden’s place, we bonded over football — the only thing we all love.

I learnt how goofy Ronan actually is. How passionate Xander can be and how cool, but enthusiastic Cole is.

And Aiden.

Damn Aiden.

Since that night in the pool, he’s been taking each of my phobias and turning them into an erotic bliss. Once, he snuck into my room, turned off my night lamp and jumped me in bed. I was so wet and came within seconds.

Another time, he took me hard and merciless against a table in the basement near his indoor pool. I couldn’t think about how closed off the space was or how I’d suffocate to death inside it. All I could feel was the shattering pleasure as he rammed into me from behind.

We had sex in the pool so many times, I lost count.

While all that pleasure washed away the fear, it was only temporary.

I still wouldn’t set foot near a pool, a basement, or the dark if Aiden isn’t holding my hand or carrying me in his arms.

That strangely sounds like trust.

Do I trust Aiden?

I want to. God, I really want to extinguish whatever little distrust I have for him. It doesn’t help that he always resorts to his manipulative ways whenever he wants something.

Aiden will never stop snatching what he wants just because he can.

When Jamie, a rugby player, asked if we can tag along for an assignment, I agreed.

Aiden, being his usual jerk, told me to say no.

When I didn’t agree, he just walked away. A day later, Jamie apologised that he won’t be able to do the project with me.

Later, I heard that Jamie’s rugby gear was ruined and his place in the team was also under jeopardy for alcohol addiction.

It didn’t take a genius to know who was the reason behind it. When I faced Aiden about it, he said, “The sorry fuck shouldn’t have looked in the direction of what’s mine. Besides, he needed a wake-up call to play rugby without polluting his liver.”

“What are you? Rugby police?” I asked.

His eyes darkened in that way that made my thighs clench together in both dread and anticipation. “Now you prefer rugby over football?”

“I’m a Football girl, but that’s not the point. Stop being a jerk to everyone.”

“I’m not a jerk to everyone. I’m a jerk to threatens what’s mine.”

He even posted a pic of my back view as I snuggled in his lap during a game night with the caption ‘Football girl’.

After that incident, and a few others where Aiden and his pack of wolves shut out anyone who breathes in my direction, it’s like I’m being hated all over again.

Only now, it’s for a different reason. They hate seeing me with Aiden and the rest of the football crew. The queen of haters is Silver, but she’s been keeping her claws hidden.

I don’t like the smugness she has on her face whenever she brushes past me and throws one of her ‘peasant’ taunts.

After school, I’m bummed that Aiden has practice and won’t be able to drive me home.

Since Aunt and Uncle work today, I was planning on him staying the night and forcing him to watch a crime thriller with me. I don’t know when I moved on from pleading with him to leave to where I want him to spend the nights.

Everything is a process with Aiden. It’s not easy to look past the surface, but when I do, I can clearly see the little gestures. Like the way he always puts me on top when we sleep. How he prepares breakfast when I wake up. How he runs long hot baths for me. Even his crude night and morning texts can be sweet sometimes.

He’s slowly but surely crumbling any wall I’ve been keeping around my fragile heart.

I even followed him back the other day on Instagram.

Truth is, I never had a choice about whether or not I should let him in. Aiden barged right in and carved his comfy place in my chest.

The thought of plucking him out brings a taste of bitterness and horror.

On my way to the car park to meet Kim, my phone rings. I grin like an idiot when Aiden’s name flashes alongside that picture of our first kiss in Ronan’s house. He changed it for me, but I didn’t remove it.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in practice?” I ask.

“The keyword being ‘supposed’. Coach will kill me if he finds me talking on the phone.”

“Then go. I don’t want you killed.”

“It’s worth it if I get to hear your voice.”

I dig my teeth into my bottom lip to stop myself from grinning like an idiot.