Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) by Rina Kent

“No…” It’s my weakest ‘no’ of yet.

The double assault of his breaths against my throat and his fingers at the edge of my most sensitive part awakens a deep-seated throb. My thighs clench around his hand as if inviting him to the place that aches the most.

“No one in RES will come near you if you’re mine. You’ll spend a dream senior year.”

Damn him and his smooth ways. Just like with Aunt and Uncle, he’s telling me what I want to hear.

“I don’t want the dream year,” I hardly manage the words.

“Then what do you want, sweetheart?”

In some place in my mind, I know this is wrong. He is one million times wrong.

Wrong or right, my body doesn’t understand that. It’s enchanted to Aiden whether I like it or not. He’s turning my body against me.

Dickhead.

Sweat breaks on my forehead and my skin pulses as if begging to be touched by him.

“You won’t get anything out of me.”

“You should play smarter, not stronger.” Aiden’s lips brush against my throat, sending a violent chill down my back. “Admit your deepest darkest desires, Elsa.”

I don’t know if it’s because of his lips or the low-throaty, almost husky tone he said my name with, but I’m a goner.

A full-body shudder goes through me like I’m being pulled under a soundless, crashing wave.

I can’t even fight the pull anymore.

Aiden’s fingers trace the rim of my boy shorts, slowly slipping underneath. I whimper then hide my head in his shoulder to suppress the sound. I almost forgot that we aren’t alone.

The man’s presence is supposed to turn me off, but it has the complete opposite effect.

I’m burning and Aiden is my hell.

He cups me through my underwear. I sink my teeth in my lower lip to suppress the needy sounds clawing its way out.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Aiden growls against the side of my neck.

I arch my back as his thumb swipes up and down my folds through the cloth.

“What’s turning you on, sweetheart?” His lips find my ear and a small voice that resembles a moan leaves my throat. “Is it the public setting? The risk of getting caught? Or is it the fact that you’re completely under my mercy?”

All of that.

But that’s not all, isn’t it?

The main reason is… him.

I don’t think I would’ve had all these overpowering, crushing sensations if it were someone else.

His finger slips beneath my underwear and thrusts inside me. I bite his hard shoulder over the shirt.

Oh. God.

Is it supposed to feel so intimate and deep?

He thrusts another finger and I arch against him, my entire weight held by his.

“Aiden…” It’s supposed to be a warning, a protest, but it comes out as I moan.

“Admit it, Frozen.”

I shake my head, feeling a lump grow bigger and suffocating at the back of my throat.

He reaches his free hand up my stomach, stops to flick a hard, throbbing nipple over my shirt, before he wraps his fingers around my throat. He scissors his fingers inside me as he tightens his thumb at my neck’s pulse point.

“Would you rather admit it when you’re screaming my name?” he whispers in dark, hot words.

I bite my lower lip, staring at him with frantic, lust-filled eyes.

“Fight it all you like, but if I want you to scream, you’ll fucking scream, Elsa.”

His thumb rubs up and down my clitoris in slow circular movements as he thrusts his fingers inside me.

The triple assault against my clit, my walls and my neck and his hot breath brings me to the edge.

A wave builds inside me, doubling and magnifying until a chill of terror engulfs me.

What the hell is happening to me?

Aiden parts his fingers at my throat so his lips can find the pulse point. He sucks hard.

Everything spirals out of control.

I moan against his shoulder as that wave nearly hits the shore. I grind against his hand.

Just one more friction.

Just one touch.

The feeling is so, so close, and I never needed something as much as I need this foreign wave to hit me.

Aiden stops.

He slips his fingers from my stimulated nerves, withdraws his hand from under my skirt and releases my throat.

Emptiness engulfs me as he slides back against the cushion, giving me back the personal space he violated a few seconds ago.

I blink a few times.

Humiliation and frustration eat at my insides like burning acid.

Humiliation because I almost gave the arsehole my first sexual experience with another person in a damn coffee shop.

Frustration because he stopped. As if he didn’t touch me in the first place.

I don’t know who I should hate more. Myself or him.

I expect him to mock me and this time, I’d freaking deserve it. For a moment, I moaned. For a moment, I ground against him. For a moment, I wanted the depravity the arsehole offered.

Someone kill me.

Aiden keeps the unnerving eye contact as if he’s dissecting my soul, ripping it, and dancing in its remains.

Then he does something that shocks the freaking bejeesus out of me.

He brings his glistening index and middle fingers to his face — the same fingers that almost brought me to the edge — and sucks them into his mouth.

He flicks his tongue along the fingers and does a slow show of licking them clean.