Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) by Rina Kent

Chapter Fourteen





Aiden’s body pushes into mine.

It’s subtle as if he’s just leaning in to tell me a secret, but there’s nothing secretive about the way he’s gripping me.

In a fruitless attempt to get away from him, my back hits the wall. Aiden grabs both my wrists in a death grip against the cold wallpaper. He manoeuvres my legs so they’re lying on his hard thighs.

With this position, it’s impossible to fight him off. Every time I try to squirm free, he digs his fingers into my wrists until I wince in pain. Damn him and his brute strength.

I curse my stupidity for locking myself between him and the wall. Why the hell do I always find myself trapped with him?

He plants his large palm on my thigh in the small space between my skirt and my stockings. A wave of that strange awareness shoots down my spine. My skin heats and prickles with the tension crackling in the air.

My body’s reaction to him isn’t funny anymore. How the hell does he push those buttons?

“Aiden,” I hiss through my teeth.

“Hmm, sweetheart?” His intense eyes never leave my face as his fingers flex on my thigh, teasing, and threatening to go up.

“We’re in public.”

“And Iʼm supposed to care about that?”

Of course, he wouldn’t care.

Blood rushes in my veins at the possibility of being caught while Aiden is touching me. The older man is facing the window and he’s far enough that he can’t hear us, but if he deviates his head, or decides to leave, he’ll see everything.

“Say yes to my offer and I wouldn’t have to search for your body’s yes.”

“I canʼt just be yours.”

“Why not?”

“I hate you, thatʼs why.”

“Hmmm.”

Despite the humming, his tone is flat as he grips my thigh tighter.

“Aiden,” I grind my teeth, my vision bouncing between him and the old man.

“Letʼs play that choice game you love so much.”

“I donʼt love your games.”

He tilts his head to the side, watching me intently as his fingers draw circles on my inner thigh. “I think you do love them, but you just don’t love admitting it.”

I shake my head frantically.

“Be mine or Iʼll finger you so hard, so fast, that man will be calling for help when you come all over my fingers.”

My thighs clench, lips parting open.

My face must be as red as the blood rushing to it, but Aidenʼs expression remains unaffected.

How can he stay like that after the crude words he said? How can he start a riot in my body with mere words?

“Is that a yes, Frozen?”

“No,” The word falls from my lips in a murmur.

“Hmmm.” His fingers slide up my thigh. “I didn’t realise you were an exhibitionist, sweetheart. Does it turn you on to know we can be caught any minute? That man can turn around now.” He strokes my inner thigh, his thumb hovering over the edge of my underwear. “Or now.”

I kick my feet, trying to push him, but he only tightens his grip on me.

I close my eyes against the intrusive sensation. Every fibre of my logic is willing me to hate this, to consider it a violation, but… is it a violation if I want him to reach up? Is it a violation if his dirty words are causing an uncontrollable throb between my legs?

He leans in so his hot breaths brush against my throat. Goosebumps break over my skin as he murmurs in a low, husky voice, “Say yes.”

“Aiden…” I trail off not knowing what I want to tell him. Is it to stop? To keep going?

“That’s not the word. I need you to say yes.”

“Why?” I don’t even recognise my breathy voice.

“Say the word, Elsa.” He’s still speaking against my throat, and I tilt to the side as if giving him better access. To do what, I don’t know.

“You know, I could’ve threatened your family’s company. I know King Enterprises is their biggest contractor and they’d struggle and eventually go bankrupt with the amount of debt they currently owe to the bank. I have information that’ll keep Kimberly gravitating towards me and away from you. The only reason I didn’t destroy your life yet is because I’ve been saving it to the right moment. If I choose to, I’ll threaten everything you love and you’ll have no choice but to fall at my feet.”

With every word he says, my eyes blur with tears.

I want to believe he wouldn’t be able to do what he said, that they’re all empty threats.

But this is Aiden. He never promised something he didn’t follow up with.

This is his way to show me how weak I am in comparison to his strength.

But I don’t crumble and swallow my tears. He won’t be seeing my weakness.

“Then why aren’t you doing all that?” I ask.

“I’m offering you the chance to make the first move.”

“Why is that so important to you?”

“I’m testing a theory.” His fingers splay on the hem of my boy shorts, eliciting a zap of pleasure from the bottom of my stomach.

“What theory?” My voice is choked.

“That you like being forced to make any move. The rush turns you on, doesn’t it?”

God. He’s insane.