Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) by Rina Kent

That’s scary.

I’m not like that.

Instead of thinking about my decimation, I direct my anger at Aiden. “What was she doing here? You’re picking me up with your ex by your side?”

“I didn’t come with her and she’s not my ex.”

“Yeah, right. Could’ve fooled me.”

“I never dated Silver.”

“So you just fucked her?”

He grits his teeth but doesn’t say anything.

“Oh my God, you did.” I think I’m going to throw up.

“It’s complicated.”

“There’s nothing complicated about a dick in a vagina, Aiden. Either you stick it in there or you don’t.”

An old lady passing by gives me a look of dismay. Under different circumstances, I would’ve been embarrassed but right now, I’m too livid to care that I’m causing a scene.

Aiden backs me into his car and shoves me into the passenger seat before he takes the driver’s seat.

The door slams behind him so hard, I would’ve winced if it weren’t for the pent up, energy swirling around my head.

“I told you that if you have anything with Silver, we’re done.” I fight off the angry tears trying to push through.

“Even if we had anything, it was in the past.”

Aiden’s devil peeks his head through his metallic eyes. The fact that he’s talking calmly makes me want to smash his head in.

“So you did have something.”

“Yes, we did. I fucked her and I loved it so much that I dumped her.” He rolls his eyes. “What’s wrong with you today?”

“Why was she talking to you? What did she want?”

“Piss me off. And by your attitude, she succeeded.”

I inhale a sharp breath. Maybe I’m being over the top. Damn it. Now that the haze is slowly dissipating, everything seems absurd. Aside from the fact that I loathe Silver. If I see her claws near Aiden again, I don’t know what I’ll do.

Looks like he’s not the only caveman around.

Aiden’s face is closed off and his left eye twitches. I open my mouth to say something but come out with nothing and close it again.

He doesn’t spare me a glance as he starts the engine and weaves down the streets. This time, the vibrations don’t give me the usual thrill. I hug the backpack to my chest as I stare at Aiden’s solemn features.

The entire ride is spent in tomb silence. He doesn’t hold my hand and place it on his thigh as he usually does and he doesn’t glance at me.

He must be truly pissed off.

I spend all the way, trying to find the right words to say. I can’t actually apologise since I didn’t do anything wrong. But one thing for certain, I hate the tension between us. It reminds me of those awful days when we were on an invisible battlefield.

The Ferrari rolls in front of a mansion — no, a palace.

I forgot that we’re watching the game at his house.

I reach a tentative hand to his that’s still gripped around the steering wheel. “Aiden, I —”

A loud bang hits the roof of the car and Ronan sticks his head inside from Aiden’s open windows. “Come on, bitches, the game starts soon.”

He continues hitting the roof of the car with a ball. He really has the worst timing.

Aiden flings the door open and exits without a glance.





Chapter Forty





The King’s mansion falls on a large piece of land, it’s impossible to see the end of it.

Three-storeys high, the house stretches horizontally like a palace. There are even two towers on each side and the entire structure appears old. I wouldn’t be surprised if this was a noble’s estate before. There must’ve been renovations, though, because all floors are filled with huge glass windows. Sometimes, glass takes more space than walls. It’s like a glasshouse.

A fountain rests not far from the entrance. A sad angel ceramic statue pours water from a jar. A woman dressed like the Virgin Mary holds him with a tear sliding down her cheek.

What a strange image to have at the entrance of a house.

Aiden doesn’t wait for me and disappears inside. Ronan, however, falls behind. At least someone has the decency to not leave me alone on my first visit here.

I pull my phone and text Kim.

Elsa: Are you here yet?

Kim: Coming. Just finishing up orgasming.

My lips hang open and I cast a glance at Ronan, hoping he didn’t see.

A shit-eating grin greets me.

“Tell her to take all the time she needs.” He waggles his eyebrows. “I’m available if she needs a hand.”

“Eww.”

“What?” He jokes. “If she’s texting while finishing up her orgasm then she’s not doing a good job. I can teach.”

“Keep your teachings to your horde of admirers, Ronan.”

“Just trying to be a good sport.” He grins and I can see why the girls at RES melt for him faster than cheese on pizza. His ruffled handsome looks are primary reasons, but it’s his charming nature and outgoing personality that makes him so desirable.

Ronan and Xander are more approachable than Aiden and Cole.

And more playful, too.

My phone vibrates again.

Kim: Shit! ORGANISING, not ORGASMING. Stupid autocorrect.

I laugh and thrust the text in Ronan’s face. “Happy now?”