Steel Princess (Royal Elite #2) by Rina Kent

Whoa.

That’s a scary thought.

I don’t want Aiden for the rest of my life.

Why the hell would I think that?

The sound of an engine cuts through the car park.

I let Aiden’s thumb pop free and scramble to my feet. I snatch my band from the floor and pull my hair in a ponytail while smoothing my clothes.

Aiden doesn’t seem the least bit fazed. He tucks himself in with ease and that’s it. In a second, he appears all too normal while my cheeks are on the verge of exploding.

I reach for a napkin in my jacket and wipe my mouth. The fact that I still taste him shoots tingles between my thighs.

I’m trying to school my expression when Aiden pushes into me.

His chest flattens mine as he smirks down on me. “Are you wet, sweetheart?”

I clamp my lips together.

“I can do interesting things with your clothes on.”

I should be mortified but the only question in my mind is: interesting things like what?

“There you are.”

Both our attention snap towards the very familiar, older voice.

Jonathan King.

He steps out of his Mercedes, wearing a three-piece dark brown suit and black leather shoes.

His jet black hair is slicked back and he appears completely relaxed.

I instinctively jerk away from Aiden. It feels wrong to be near him after I heard Jonathan’s conversation with Silver.

It feels like I’m not allowed near Aiden.

Jonathan’s face brings back that itch.

It’s like I’m still floating in the pool and having my lungs filled with water.

So much fucking water.

He approaches us and I have the urge to shrink behind Aiden. I don’t know why I’d think that Aiden is a better demon than his father.

They’re both demons, aren’t they?

Before I can cower behind Aiden, he clutches me by the arm and keeps me firmly by his side.

Aiden’s face is stone cold. The playful expression from earlier completely disappears. I would’ve called it a poker face if it weren’t for the slight twitch in his left eye.

“Elsa.” Jonathan smiles at me as if we’re old friends. “Have you been well?”

“What are you doing here?” Aiden asks before I can answer.

“You and I are going somewhere.” Jonathan smiles. “If it’s okay with you, of course, Elsa.”

I nod once unsure what to say.

“I’ll meet you back home,” Aiden speaks in a calm, almost nonchalant tone, but I can feel the tension radiating off him in waves.

“You’ll come with me,” Jonathan says in a non-negotiable tone. “Keep your car here. Someone will drive it home for you.”

You’ll come with me.

It’s a flat out order.

Since Aiden doesn’t like to be told what to do, I expect him to fight.

Instead, he releases me.

A strange gust of cold seeps under my skin at the loss of contact.

Aiden doesn’t let go of me.

He never lets go of me.

It feels empty now that he did.

“I’ll text,” he says without any emotions and walks to his father’s car without a word.

After Aiden slides inside the Mercedes, Jonathan offers me another smile.

The welcoming expression instantly drops as soon as he gets into the backseat beside Aiden.

Something clenches in my chest as the car leaves the school grounds.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Super bad.





31





Aiden





Silence is the only language in the car.

Jonathan is on his phone, probably finishing up business. I’m surprised he even showed up in the human world around this time.

In the afternoons, he’s usually speaking Chinese with other tycoons from the other part of the ocean.

Or Japanese.

I retrieve my phone and find a text.

Elsa: Text me when you’re done?

A smile tugs on my lips. I can almost hear her tentative voice if she were to say that.

I didn’t miss the worried note in her eyes or the fear she tried to hide when I left.

Jonathan scares her and for that alone, I want him the fuck away from her. That’s why I chose to go with him willingly.

I type.

Aiden: I’ll be doing a lot more than texting you back when I’m done.

The reply is immediate.

Elsa: Like what?

Aiden: Like finish what I started. You owe me a fuck, sweetheart. I need to pound in you so deep, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

Aiden: Also, I need to come down your throat again just to engrave the image from earlier to memory.

Only it’s already engraved in memory.

The way she looked up at me with her mouth filled with my cum will stay with me until the day I die.

My dick strains against my trousers just thinking about it.

Now that I’ve had that visual, I need to do it over and over again because I don’t get enough.

Not when it comes to her.

Elsa is an addiction that first got under my skin, but is now flowing through my veins and into my bloodstream.

I need to bleed out to get her out.

And even then, I doubt she’d leave.

She sees my texts. The dots appear and disappear as if she’s thinking about what to reply.

Elsa: I’ll let you do that.

I raise an eyebrow.