Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) by Rina Kent

With hesitant movements, I rub my stomach against it.

Holy hell.

His dick becomes rock hard, tenting against his dark jeans.

Heat pools between my thighs and my skin warms. My nipples strain against the cotton of my PJ’s.

I’m supposed to stop, but I can’t.

When it comes to Aiden, there’s this constant craving for more.

More contact.

More touch.

Just… more.

If I can’t escape the beast or tame him, I can at least explore him.

My strokes become bolder as I pick up the pace. With each up and down, wetness coats the insides of my thighs. I suppress a moan with the back of my hand.

“You better be awake and well aware of what you’re doing, sweetheart.”

I freeze mid-rub, my ears heating.

Shit. Wasn’t he supposed to be a heavy sleeper?

“Did I tell you to stop?” His husky, sleepy voice sends a throb straight to my core.

Aiden slowly peels his eyes open. I always hated his eyes. That grey colour reminds me of clouds, storms, and metal.

And ruining my life.

But telling myself that I hated them was only a deflection method, wasn’t it? Because his eyes? They’re fucking gorgeous.

Heartbreakingly so.

He threads his fingers into my hair and tugs the band free before bringing a strand of hair to his face and inhaling. “Hmm, you smell like temptation.”

I offer an awkward smile. “Morning.”

“Screw mornings.”

I laugh. “Not a morning person?”

He’s watching me intently in that inquisitive way before he narrows his eyes as his hand skims down from my waist to grip my hip. “Don’t laugh in front of other people. Don’t even smile in front of them.”

“Why not?”

“Your smiles and laughs belong to me. I don’t like it when others look at what’s mine.”

“Seriously?” I roll my eyes. “What’s next? You’ll lock me up in your cave and put a dozen babies in me?”

His lips quirk in amusement. “Can you handle it?”

“Handle what?”

“Me putting a dozen babies in you.”

“Are you for real?”

“We should start now.”

My mouth hangs open as I search for any signs that he’s joking, but he has an impressive poker face.

It doesn’t help that his erection is pressing into me and he’s not even the least bit apologetic about it.

But then again, Aiden is never apologetic about anything.

I try to wiggle free. “Don’t joke like that.”

“Hmm, it’s curious that I never joke with you, but you still think that I do.” He flips me so I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me. “For the record, I do want to hide you where no one will see you.”

“Why?” That’s such a stupid question.

He’s just admitted to wanting to kidnap me, and all I care about is knowing why.

I’m beginning to think like the scientists at the behavioural unit. They don’t care about the acts as long as they know the why behind those acts.

“The thought of any other man touching you drives me fucking crazy. Especially since I haven’t staked my claim yet.” Aiden’s hand wraps around my throat and he caresses the pulse point. “It’s time to change that.”





Chapter Twenty-Eight





It’s time to change that.

My muscles lock at his words.

Aiden hovers over me like a looming danger, a force not to be reckoned with.

The boy with metal eyes, harsh glares, and unhinged character got under my skin. And since he did that, he has the power to break me.

I will destroy you.

His first words to me are the defining point of our relationship. He can’t just erase that with the few thoughtful things he did the past weeks or by holding me to sleep after my nightmare.

All of it could be another one of his mind games so I’ll lower my guard.

Once he has my virginity, he’ll drop me like a bad habit.

He’ll crush me and walk on the remains.

Call it old-fashioned or naive, but I always wanted to save my first to someone I deeply care about.

Aiden isn’t that person.

I place a hand at the centre of his broad chest. “I’m not ready.”

He tilts his head to the side, supporting himself on tense hands on either side of my head. “What do you mean by you’re not ready?”

“I… I need more time.”

“More time for what?”

I need more time to understand myself and make sure that I’m doing the right thing.

You’re too safe.

Kim’s words slice through my brain like razor-sharp claws.

“I’ve been patient with you, Frozen.”

I hate when he calls me that.

I fix him with a glare. “So that’s what you wanted all along? You’ve been patient to get your dick wet?”

“If I wanted to get my dick wet, I would’ve fucked you and gotten you out of my system a long time ago.”

Tears blur in my eyes and I loathe myself for ever feeling comfortable in his presence or thinking that there’s another layer beneath the suffocating smoke.

“Then why haven’t you? If you did, we would’ve gone our separate ways.”