Twisted Kingdom (Royal Elite #3) by Rina Kent

Agnus got everyone of us that same alarm clock with blue numbers instead of red. He said it’s better for relaxation.

He’s always busy making our lives better down to the smallest details. Knox mentioned that he took care of them, the company, and my comatose Dad during the past ten years.

The loyalty he holds for Dad is admirable, to say the least.

Knox says Agnus’ only fault is being too quiet.

I disagree. It’s such a rare quality. Agnus doesn’t speak unless he’s spoken to and his answers are always short and straight to the point.

My phone vibrates. I jump.

My lips part and my toes curl at the name on the screen.

Aiden: Asleep?

Holy shit.

Does he have telepathic powers or something? I rush back to Instagram and check if I left a like by mistake.

Nothing. Thank God.

Aiden: You’re not.

I mark the texts as read, but I don’t reply.

Aiden: Hmm. I like it when you’re stubborn, sweetheart. It makes me rock hard thinking about how to fuck that defiance out of you.

My muscles’ memory kicks into gear.

I’m thrown back to the times Aiden wrapped his hand around my throat and pounded into me like a mad man in need of his sanity. Like he can’t get deep enough or fuck me hard enough.

My core springs back to life at the memory.

It’s been a long time — nearly a month. My sexual cravings are going through withdrawals as well. Bringing myself to orgasm doesn’t even count. It’s pathetic compared to Aiden’s intensity.

Of course, I don’t tell him that. But I do throw the covers away because it’s getting too hot.

Another text pings on my screen.

Aiden: I’m fantasising about how to fuck you next time I see you. Against the wall, on the floor, or in a fucking public toilet. So many choices.

He’s so sure I’ll let him fuck me the next time.

Arrogant prick.

Elsa: You said you won’t touch me until I forgive you. I still haven’t.

Aiden: You were given all the reasons to forgive me. Now, you’re just playing hard to get.

Elsa: I’m not.

I really am not. I just want him to feel the weight of his betrayal, to recognise how much he shook my trust. That’s not too much to ask for.

Aiden: Yes, you are. So I’m changing my tactics.

Changing his tactics? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

I’m still mulling his words over when another text comes through.

Aiden: Are you wearing the rabbit pjs?

Elsa: No.

Aiden: Hmm. Does that mean you’re wearing nothing?

I smile despite myself. Aiden and his screwed up mind could be weapons of mass destruction.

Elsa: It means I’m wearing something else.

Aiden: Still, you’re naked underneath.

Well, yes. I’m only wearing a cotton nightie and nothing else.

But he doesn’t need to know that.

Aiden: Do you know what I want?

I see the text but I don’t reply.

Still, my nipples tighten against the cloth of my nightdress as the dots appear and disappear.

He’s playing with me.

And it’s turning me on.

The reply doesn’t come through for long seconds. When I think he gave up on replying, another text appears.

Aiden: I want to fuck you so hard in all positions possible and remind you who you belong to. I’ll tongue-fuck you and finger-fuck you and come down your throat. Then I’ll claim that virgin arse for good measure. You’ll be all fucking mine. Every. Last. Inch. Of. You. Oh, and you’ll scream it for the world to hear. Then I’ll bathe you and loosen your muscles just so I can worship your body all over again. When you finally fall asleep it’ll be in my arms with your legs tucked between mine. As you rest, I’ll watch your adorable sleeping face until morning.

A flush covers me from head to toe, under my clothes and over my skin. A jolt of desire engulfs me like a fog, a halo.

My breath hitches as I read and re-read his words.

And damn me.

Deep down, a part of me wants that, too. That part will be the fucking death of me.

Aiden: I waited for a long time. You know I’m not a patient person.

Aiden: Keep your promise.

I wait for fifteen more minutes, re-reading his filthy words, and rubbing my thighs together, but he doesn’t send any more texts.

Hugging the phone to my chest, I fall asleep with a knot in my chest and dissatisfaction between my thighs.





In the morning, Dad drives us to school. He has a meeting with RES’s principal about a generous donation.

In this circle, generous donations mean ‘my child is made of gold and shouldn’t be touched’.

Jonathan does that all the time. That’s why both Levi and Aiden are untouchable in the school.

I tried persuading Dad not to do it, but Agnus said I won’t be able to change his mind now that he has put his resources into it.

Dad decided to be a thorn in Jonathan’s side, and he’ll stop at nothing to make it happen.

It’s a fight to the death, whether I like to admit it or not.

Rivalling Jonathan’s donation to the school is Dad’s way to prove his power. One thing’s for certain: the board will be thrilled with all the money transferred into their accounts.

Teal, Knox, and I part ways with Dad at the car park. He heads to the administration building while we walk into the eighth tower.