Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) by Rina Kent

I become delirious and drunk on the ecstasy he wrenches out of me.

He bites the other nipple into his hot mouth. My back arches as he surrounds the hard pebble with his lips and then nibbles slightly. “I love these.” His warm breaths send shivers along my skin. “Don’t you love what I do to them?”

I make some sound I can’t pinpoint.

“Do you want me to bite?”

I’m breathing heavily, my nipples are assaulted and sensitive, but I can’t say no.

I can’t say yes either.

I can’t say anything.

Maybe Aiden is right. Maybe I like him to dominate me.

His eyes darken as if reading my thoughts. He doesn't wait for an answer. He bites, hard.

Pain zips down my spine and a strange sensation tightens the bottom of my stomach. He massages my throbbing nipple with his tongue, and I whimper. He bites again and again.

I’m a writhing, crying mess beneath him, but I can’t tell him to stop.

I don’t want to.

I haven’t felt such an onslaught of emotions in my life before and I’m craving it.

I’m craving more.

Is crazy contagious? Because I’m starting to feel as depraved as Aiden.

Just like with his fingers, the soothing massaging is just a build up before he tortures me with his bites again.

He does the same to the swell of my breasts and the soft skin of my stomach before travelling down.

“Should I ask, sweetheart?” His voice is husky and filled with the deep lust that’s coursing through my veins.

His fingers curve into the hem of my underwear before bringing it down my legs.

I shudder when cold air hits my sensitive, wet folds.

Aiden sniffs the air and grins.

I see the devil in his eyes, and the first thought is… I want that devil.

How can I want a devil?

“I can smell your arousal.” He growls. “What am I going to do with you now?”





Chapter Twenty-One





Aiden grips each of my thighs, spreads them wide, and lowers himself between them.

For long seconds, he just studies me. I’m glad I always keep it shaved down there. I can’t get a clear look at him, but I can feel him.

His harsh breaths. The heavy rise and fall of his shoulders. His brute strength gripping both my thighs to keep me spread-eagled for his eyes.

He’s only watching me, but that’s enough for a primal sensation to hit me.

It’s like he’s burning and melting me with his gaze.

“Aiden…”

I don’t know why I call his name. All I know is that I can’t bear the suffocating tension.

“Hmm. You’re wet.” He releases a thigh to trace a thumb up my folds. “Were you wet since I kissed you? Or after I threw you on the bed?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“I love kissing you.”

So do I.

Damn me, so do I.

“Your lips were made for me, sweetheart.” He pauses. “Everything about you was made for me.”

He places a chaste kiss on my folds. The contact is so intimate, so… crude that a shudder crawls down my spine.

“Did someone eat your pussy before? Did you let them?” There’s an edge to his tone as if he doesn’t want to hear the answer.

His mere words are enough to paint a dirty picture in my head. Aiden’s mouth on my most intimate part.

I want that picture.

If I don’t get that picture, I’ll probably dream about it and wake up with my hand between my legs.

He flicks a thumb against my clit. “Answer me.”

I suppress a moan. “N-no.”

He freezes, and I do too. What have I done?

Was this some sort of a test and I screwed it up?

“And no one will in the future.” He thrusts a finger inside me, making me arch off the bed. “Your pussy will only know my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. Is that clear?”

I nod. I would’ve nodded to anything at the moment because I’m busy telling my body not to grind against his finger and not to recall how that same finger brought me to the throws of pleasure not so long ago.

“I won’t take it easy on you.” Aiden’s voice and eyes darken. “You don’t get to tap out. You don’t get to tell me to stop. You don’t get anything.”

My lips part as goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

“I need you to understand that.” His grip on my thigh tightens as if he’s restraining himself. “I won’t stop.”

This would be one of those times where it’d be wiser to flee and never return. Aiden is going out of his way to give me a chance to stop now before he’s all in. Any normal human would take the chance.

Obviously, I’m not normal.

“I understand.”

Two words. Two simple words. And I’m done for.

Aiden lunges at me like a madman. He removes his finger, and before I can protest, his tongue swipes from the bottom of my slit to the top.

Oh. God.

My head rolls back and my back arches off the bed. He does it again. I cry out at the intrusive, enthralling sensation.

An unfamiliar tightness grips my stomach. My chest squeezes so hard, I’m genuinely scared something is wrong with my defective heart.

The fact that a single touch can cause this raw reaction is scary. Thrilling, but scary all the same.