Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) by Rina Kent

Why is that so… hot?

Even if I want to look away, I can’t. My thighs tighten around my throbbing core and I feel like I’ll explode right here, right now.

After one last lick, he removes his fingers and flicks his tongue around his bottom lip.

I find myself transfixed by that bottom lip. That tongue.

I’m angling towards him against my better judgement.

“Do you realise how long I fantasised about your taste, sweetheart?” he grunts deep in his throat.

Unable to utter a word, I shake my head.

“I fantasised about locking you in a dark classroom, push you on a table, and pull your legs over my shoulders and suck you until you scream. I fantasised about kidnapping you from the track practice and pinning you against the tree in the back and fuck you until you pass out.”

“Aiden… stop...”

His dirty talk provokes a part of me I never thought existed.

His crude words will be the end of me.

It’ll be my damnation.

My descent into hell.

Not if I can stop it.

I place a trembling hand on his chest and I startle at the maddening heartbeat beneath the hot, hard muscles.

He appears so composed and in control that I never thought his pulse would be this… erratic. It’s almost as out of control as my own heartbeat.

“I can’t stop my fantasies, sweetheart.” He wraps his hand around mine that’s on his heart — his black, black heart. “But I won’t tell you the rest of them, do you know why?”

I shake my head once.

He yanks my hand away from his chest as if I burn him. “Because you’re not ready for those. I’ll tell you this, though.” He leans in to whisper in hot words. “You taste better than any fucking fantasy.”





Chapter Fifteen





A few days pass.

No matter how much I want things to go back to normal, they don’t.

Since that day in the coffee shop, Aiden hasn’t stopped texting me every night and morning.

The first strings of texts came that same night while I was watching Nat Geo with Uncle Jaxon.

Aiden: What did you have for dinner?

Aiden: We had pasta, but you were all I tasted on my tongue. I can’t stop thinking about my fingers inside your soaked walls as you whimpered. Pity I didn’t get to taste you properly and thrust my tongue inside that tight, little pussy.

Aiden: Next time, sweetheart.

I barely mumbled my goodnights to Uncle as I fled to my room.

He’s been sending those types of crude texts every night, and sometimes in the mornings.

I called him a psycho a few times. Insane at other times. But that only made him religious about his texts.

Dickhead.

Kim and I sit in the back garden for lunch. We’re both eating salad and watching the tall pine trees in the distance as she talks about her latest Korean soap opera with great details.

“Did you notice anything weird?” I ask when she finishes her retellings.

“Like what?” She chews on a mouthful of cucumber.

“Like no one calls you names anymore? Even Adam, the biggest bully of all bullies, passed you by this morning without a word.”

She grins, her mint-coloured hair flying in the wind. “My new look is shocking the hell out of them.”

As much as I love her new confidence, I don’t think that’s the case. Her new look didn’t stop Silver and her minions from bullying her at the start of school.

“Don’t you find it weird that all of this changed since Aiden comforted you in front of the entire school?”

If their king showed interest in her, they’d be signing off on their death certificates if they bothered her.

That’s Aiden. Those on his good side live in heaven, but the rest rot in hell.

“Well, yeah.” Her expression changes into something unreadable before she waggles her brows. “Maybe you should get comforted by him, too, so RES will get off your case, too.”

“Kim!” I hit her shoulder.

“What? Use them while you can, Ellie.”

“Is that what you’ve been doing with Aiden? Using him?”

She lifts her shoulder.

Kim isn’t the type of person who uses people. God. It’s as if I don’t know my best friend anymore.

“You do realise that Aiden King isn’t the type to be used, right?” I stab a fork at the bottom of my container. “He’ll read through your manipulations in no time.”

“Maybe we’re using each other.” She drops the container at her side and crunches a red apple.

Maybe we’re using each other?

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

“King played such an excellent game on Saturday. You should’ve seen the goal he scored.” Kim gushes. “Thirty metres away, can you believe that?”

I pause playing with my food. “You went to Elites’ game?”

“Uh, yeah? I told you I was going out on Saturday.”

“I thought it was to have dinner with your family.” My lips twist. “I also thought you quit going to their games.”

“I felt like going.” She shrugs. “And I’m so glad I did, King was a freaking star. So bright and dazzling. I can’t believe he doesn’t play in the Premier League like his cousin already.”