Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) by Rina Kent

She’s about to say something when her gaze strays to where Levi stands with the football team.

An electric current passes between them and I find myself caught in the way they watch each other.

It’s like they’re the only two people in the room.

The longing and the passion are so tangible, I almost taste it on my tongue. My chest squeezes for no apparent reason.

“Come here, princess,” Levi shouts.

“Yes, my queen.” Ronan yells. “Let’s have a drinking competition for old times’ sake.”

“In your fucking dreams,” Levi growls at him.

“I’m in.” Astrid laughs then looks at me and Kim. “Let’s go.”

Kim takes her hand, but I shake my head. “It’s not my scene, but thanks for offering.”

Out of the corner of my eye, Kim gives me a reprimanding look as she follows Astrid to the middle of the party. Ronan is already preparing the drinks with the help of his teammates.

Time to search for a hole where I can hide for the rest of the party — and watch Kim.

She’s on her second — or third shot. We’re definitely not driving back to her house.

A taxi it is.

My gaze gets lost in the crowd as if I’m searching for something.

Or someone.

Nope. I’m absolutely not searching for him.

I head to the reception-style table to pick something to eat.

Here’s to hoping it’s not all junk food.

I collide against a hard chest. Ow. Seriously, what’s with colliding into people today?

Only this time… it’s different.

A strong arm surrounds my waist with ease. I feel his warmth and smell his familiar, head-turning scent before seeing him. My heart does that slight jump that turns my insides upside down.

I step back, but I can’t go far since he’s gripping me tight by the waist. When I lift my head, I’m greeted by the smokiest, most turbulent eyes. Something unreadable forms a sheen in his gaze.

A week.

It’s been less than a week since I saw him, but it feels like forever.

That strong jaw, the straight nose, and the jet black hair seem like a far, distant memory.

Only… they’re not.

Aiden is dashing in the school’s uniform, but he’s irresistible in simple jeans and a black T-shirt. He carries the nonchalant vibe so well, it’s almost unfair.

My gaze locks on the cut near the corner of his mouth. I shouldn’t be feeling guilty considering that I’ve done nothing wrong, but I still do. It doesn’t delight me to see him hurt.

I’m not that person.

The chaos of the drinking competition, the music, and the chants cease to exist.

It’s only me and him now.

Me and my tormenter.

I reach up and touch the pad of my forefinger to the cut on his lip. “Does it hurt?”

He yanks my hand free and holds it prisoner in his.

“You’re getting good at lying, sweetheart.” His eyes gleam, but they’re not playful. They’re downright sinister. “You got me for a second there.”

“What?”

“You don’t have to pretend that you care about me.”

He thought I was pretending? Screw him.

And screw me for actually having that lapse of judgement.

I lift my chin. “I don’t care about you.”

“Is that so?”

“Not at all, Aiden. You’re nothing to me.”

“Nothing, huh?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

I don’t get a warning.

Aiden’s lips crash to mine in an animalistic frenzy. I don’t get to think or breathe.

All I can do is… feel.

Still holding me by the waist, his other hand grabs my nape in a possessive hold.

Aiden doesn’t kiss me, he claims me. His teeth nibble on my bottom lip before he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth.

It’s a clashing of tongues and teeth and lips.

It’s suffocating and liberating.

I can’t breathe.

But who needs breathing?

My fingers dig into the hard ridge of his chest, fisting into the T-shirt for balance.

Aiden lifts me and sits me on some surface. I wrap my legs around his waist while he continues ravaging my mouth. My head turns dizzy, hazy, and begins floating.

Aiden’s presence doesn’t only fill my air, but it conquers it.

Smashes it.

Breaks it apart.

His hand sneaks under my T-shirt at that place where my top meets my jeans. I hiss in a breath when his rough, calloused hand meets my softer skin.

Aiden pulls away, and air assaults my lungs. I’m disoriented when he smirks in a lazy, sinister way.

“Nothing, huh?” he motions behind him.

That’s when I realise we’re in public.

I just let Aiden kiss the shit out of me in front of the entire school.

My cheeks heat and I freeze as if that will make me disappear.

No chatter comes from behind us, so I’m sure everyone’s attention is on us.

Can the earth swallow me, please?

While still tangled around him, Aiden lifts me up and carries me out. I hide my head in the crook of his neck, not daring to make eye contact with anyone.

Aiden leans into my ear and whispers, “It’s time you become completely mine.”





Chapter Twenty