Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) by Rina Kent

My eyes widen, and I go completely still.

He’s… hard.

His usual bored expression is gone. The star, perfect player is gone, too.

Instead, there’s this dark spark of sadism.

He gets off on my struggle. No. Scratch that. He gets off on seeing me helpless.

The arsehole is turned on by my weakness.

Is he... a full-blown sociopath?

“You’re sick,” The words leave my mouth in a haunted whisper.

He lifts a shoulder. “Could be.”

His fingers snake into my bra and circle a nipple. I thought it was torturous over the cloth, but having his skin against mine is complete hell.

I can feel the pulse of his nerves — or mine — and it’s making me hyper-aware of everything.

Of the pine scent around us. Of the rustle in the trees. The humidity in the air. And his sheer asphyxiating presence.

I screw my lids shut, not wanting to feel whatever sensation that’s crawling up my spine.

His touch is bruising, uncomfortable even, but there’s a flash of something going through me that I can’t identify.

No one has ever touched me this way before, and I hate that Aiden King is the first to invade my body.

“Do you like me hard for you?” he asks in a nonchalant, almost amused tone.

“Of course not. Are you crazy?”

“Then why aren’t you giving me what I want? Because the more you resist, the harder I’ll get.”

“Go fuck yourself, Aiden.” I stare at him straight in the eyes. “I won’t let you break me.”

It’s false bravado.

I’m scared of this monster. After what he did today, I honestly don’t know how far he’d go.

However, after my parents’ death, I vowed to never apologise for something I haven’t done.

Aiden fucking King won’t make me go back to that helpless child I was.

“Don’t put ideas in my head.” He runs the pad of his thumb over my nipple. “It’s already crowded with so many fantasies about you.”

So many fantasies about me?

Aiden has freaking fantasies about me?

“Are you going to tell me what scares you, Frozen?” It’s a taunt, his mocking way to put me in my place.

“Nothing scares me.”

“I call bullshit on that. Everyone has something that scares them.” He sounds thoughtful. “What’s yours?”

I lift my chin. “I told you. Nothing.”

“You’re a terrible liar, but I’ll play the game. If you won’t tell me, I’ll find out myself.”

His fingers leave my nipple, but before I can release the breath I’ve been holding, he trails his hand down and over my bare stomach.

I suck in a crackling breath at how gentle, almost soothing, his touch is. It’s the complete opposite of the devil look in his impenetrable eyes.

His fingers play with the waistband of my skirt. “Are you a virgin, Frozen?”

My stomach plummets with so many feelings I can’t keep up with. I look away from him and stare at a tree so hard as if willing it to go up in flames and end this nightmare.

It’s not prudeness that fills me. It’s not even shame.

This arsehole actually terrifies me and I hate myself for it. I also hate the tingles erupting at the bottom of my belly.

What in the ever loving hell are they supposed to mean? He’s violating me and I’m freaking tingling?

“No?” He sounds almost disapproving. “Who did you give it up to? The biology teacher? Some loser in your previous public school?”

I meet his demon eyes again. “That’s none of your business.”

“Did you like it when he plunged inside you?” he continues as if he didn’t hear what I just said. “Or did it hurt? I bet you were too tight, huh? Did he tear you in one go or did he take it slow? I bet the sorry fuck worshipped you like some Goddess, didn’t he? But you’re not a Goddess, you’re Frozen. I bet he didn’t know you have an icy heart when he was giving you foreplay and taking it easy on you. Did you bleed all over his dick or on the sheets? Did he get you off or did you have to fake it? Or maybe —”

“Shut up!” My face burns at the crudeness of his explicit words.

What type of person has so many questions about how someone lost their virginity?

Worse. Why did his expression darken with every question as if he’s… pissed off?

Aiden’s hand plunges inside my skirt and he slaps my thighs apart.

I cry out, my heart shrivels into a black hole. “A-Aiden, what are you doing?”

“For the last time, it’s King.” His face is completely blank except for the slight smirk. “You said you’ll report me for sexual harassment.”

“W-what… ?”

“It’s your lucky day. I’m making the report come true.”

“You… can’t be serious?” My voice cracks.

“Have I ever joked with you, Frozen?”

I struggle against him, my heartbeat increases with every second that I can’t budge away. “Aiden! Stop it.”

“Wrong name.” He hums, his finger teasing the hem of my boy shorts.

My throat closes the more his fingers invade the inner part of my thighs. The more I try to close my legs, the harder he slaps my thighs apart.