Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) by Rina Kent

Aiden laughs and offers me a napkin. “Jesus.”

Instead of giving me the napkin, he reaches over and wipes my cheeks and around my mouth while I stare at him.

Somewhere in between, the napkin slips away and he grazes my cheeks with his fingers. Then he dips them down to my bottom lip, tracing them with the tip of his fingers as his smouldering gaze devours my mouth.

Each stroke is like a lightning bolt to my aching core. My thighs clench in a futile attempt to chase away the throb.

“Aiden…”

“Hmm, sweetheart?” His attention never leaves my lips.

“We’re in public.” My whisper is barely audible over the erratic beat of my heart.

“I’m not even kissing you,” he says in a slightly husky tone. “I’m only wiping away the water ever so innocently.”

Yeah, right.

I try to control my breathing and fail. “Nothing about you is innocent.”

“But there’s so much innocence about you, sweetheart.” He leans in to whisper in hot sultry words. “And I’m tempted to tarnish it.”

That should scare me, and maybe it would have a few weeks ago, but now, I can only feel myself falling harder and faster than anyone should. My nipples tighten and I’m so glad that the uniform’s jacket is thick enough to conceal my reaction to him and his words.

Something flashes in my peripheral vision. My head snaps to the window, but there’s no one there except for the man who’s still reading from his book and sipping his coffee.

“What is it?” Aiden puts two fingers under my chin and turns me back to face him.

“I swear someone was watching us just now.”

“I would’ve seen them. No one is out there.”

“I must be imagining things.” I stand up, still trying to fight the throb between my thighs. “I’m going to the washroom.”

I leave before Aiden makes me sit on his lap or something crazier.

In the empty washroom, I remove my jacket and put it under the hand dryer.

I’m not even a minute in when the door to the washroom clicks opens.

I feel him before I see him.

Or maybe it’s because of his distinctive clean scent mixed with his unique body odour.

The hand dryer’s sound cuts off when I remove my jacket and face Aiden.

He leans against the closed door and reaches behind his back to lock it. The pitch-black look in his eyes starts a riot at the bottom of my stomach.

“What are you doing?” I whisper as if someone can hear us.

He abandons the door and strides towards me with sure, wide steps.

My heart flutters, and my nails dig into the jacket. “This is the ladies’ —”

My words die in my throat when his lips crush to mine in an all-consuming kiss. It’s hard and angsty and so passionate. The jacket slips from my hands and falls to the counter.

My back hits the wall with a thud. It’s painful and delicious at the same time.

Aiden places both hands under my arse and lifts me against the wall. My legs wrap around his waist and my soft curves clash against his hard muscles like it always belonged there.

Like it’s a blasphemy that we didn’t do this before.

“Aiden…” I try to argue, but he wraps a hand around my throat and kisses me savagely, nipping at my bottom lip, and killing any protest I have.

Screw public places.

Screw everything.

“You don’t idiolise other men in front of me and expect me to do nothing about it,” he grunts, biting my lip. “You’re lucky I didn’t fuck you in front of them.”

His tongue thrusts inside and I let him. My fingers thread into his hair and I let him consume me.

Own me.

Ruin me.

I don’t care anymore as long as he makes me feel this consuming passion.

“You’re fucking everything up,” he says roughly before claiming my lips again while yanking my skirt up to my waist.

I try to help with his belt but it’s awkward with this position. To my defence, I never had sex against the wall in a public washroom.

Aiden lets go of my throat. He yanks down both his trousers and his boxers with one hand and shoves my underwear down with the other.

I grind against his erection, chasing the throb between my shaking thighs. I wrap my arms around his neck, my movements turning frantic and uncoordinated.

“Fuck me, Aiden.”

His face morphs in surprise before he curses. His features tighten with furious lust and something else I can’t figure out.

“Fuck, Elsa.” He slams inside me in one agonising go.

I shriek but he swallows the sound with his mouth against mine.

The harsh, unyielding strokes of his tongue match the maddening rhythm of his thrusts.

My limbs go into a puddle and my heart almost leaps out of my chest.

The threat of someone walking in on us doesn’t water down my wild need for him. If anything, it makes it even more animalistic and out of control.

I don’t last long. I can’t.

When he wraps a hand around my throat and squeezes, I come hard. I bite Aiden’s shoulder to muffle the hoarse scream.

Aiden grunts against my neck, sucking on the skin, as he spills inside me.

We’re locked around each other against the washroom’s wall. Our breaths come in and out in a frenzy and the air mingles with the scent of us.