Twisted Kingdom (Royal Elite #3) by Rina Kent

The damning realisation hits me.

I’m screwed.

There’s no way I’ll be able to live without Aiden King.

Tears barge to my eyes as his body stiffens and his cum coats my inside. He collapses atop of me, his entire weight covering mine

It’s not tears of sadness. No. They could even be tears of happiness. They might as well be tears of acceptance.

Aiden props on his elbows, breathing heavily atop of me, the rise and fall of his chest vibrating on my skin. He licks my tears. One by each one.

“Don’t cry.”

He said it a long time ago, didn’t he? That it hurts him when I’m hurt.

I stroke the hair on the back of his neck and we remain like that for what seems like forever.

For a moment in time, it’s just me and Aiden shielded from the world.

I even forget that we’re in public and some passing cars might have seen what happened in full detail. Hell, even if they didn’t see, they would’ve noticed the shaking of the car due to Aiden’s rough thrusts.

Truth is, I couldn’t care less about what they saw.

The only thing I care about is the person atop of me, protecting me from the world.

“Now what?” I murmur after a while.

“Now we go back to where it all started.”





27





Elsa





Now we go back where it all started.

It turns out to be here.

My home in Birmingham.

The scent of pine and copper fills the air like a thick fog. The cold, punishing wind whistles in the distance and blows blonde strands in front of my face.

A shiver claws down my spine, causing my limbs to quiver. It’s not due to the wind or the cold.

No.

It’s the fact that I’m standing here with Aiden which hits me with a strange type of terror. The type that bleeds under your skin and forges wires around your bones.

I’m shivering like a leaf in the pounding rain.

This brings back a horrible feeling from a long time ago. I can taste the pungent taste on my tongue. Back then, I stood at the shore, my toes soaked by water as Eli dove into the lake and never surfaced.

One second he was within touching distance, the next he was gone.

Just like that. He was gone.

That sensation burns through me and grips me by the throat, its nails scratching and scraping the skin. That sensation tells me without words that the past will repeat itself. This time, I’ll lose Aiden just like I lost Eli.

“Why are we here?” I ask.

“You said you want to know the truth.” Aiden touches my elbow. “You can do that where it all happened.”

I’m tempted to shake my head, grab Aiden, and tell him to drive me to the nearest hotel.

A part of me wants to run as far away as possible from this place and my dark, fucked up memories.

But then again, what did running ever do for me aside from nightmares and unanswered question?

If I keep being a coward, a large chunk of my life will be missing. I’ll always stare back at my reflection with confusion. I’ll always keep wondering about what-ifs and whys.

Enough is enough.

I’m done running.

I’m done being a coward.

It’s time I unravel my past. The good and the bad.

Aiden stares down at me with a perfectly raised eyebrow. “You said you’re ready.”

“I am.” I peek at him through my eyelashes. “Is this what you want to do?”

“What I want to do is tie you to my bed and fuck you until you can no longer move. What I want to do is feast on your pussy instead of food and fill you with my cum.”

The explicit images assault my mind and core. I feign anger. “Aiden!”

“You asked.” He clutches my hand and interlaces our fingers together. “What I want can wait until you find out what you need.”

A smile tugs on my lips. He can be so dreamy sometimes — the keyword being sometimes. It’s rare as hell.

“Let’s take a detour.” He tugs me behind him as he tiptoes towards the back entrance.

“Why can’t we use the front entrance? This is my house after all,” I whisper, somehow sensing we need to keep quiet.

“Your father’s people will be at the door and immediately notify him of our arrival.”

That must be why he parked the car far away from the property’s gate.

“Why shouldn’t Dad know we’re here?”

He grins. “I’m kidnapping you, remember?”

“That’s not the only reason, is it?”

“We can’t be interrupted.” His gaze roams the back entrance before he pushes the ajar door open.

We slip through the storage room. No one is here. Agnus mentioned that since we don’t live in Birmingham for the moment, most of the staff was transferred to London.

However, there are a few security men and a housekeeper.

I pull on Aiden’s hand. He throws a glance over his shoulder in question.

“We shouldn’t go through the kitchen. The housekeeper and her husband will be there.” I tug him in the opposite direction. “Follow me, there’s a secret path.”

Aiden doesn’t protest as I guide him through a tight hallway leading straight to the eastern tower.

I don’t hesitate as I take the twists and turns. I’ve been here countless times before.