Twisted Kingdom (Royal Elite #3) by Rina Kent

Still, I’ll play. He’s right. I need to get my head off the dark thoughts swirling inside it.

My mind crowds with all the questions I wanted to ask, but he always deflected his way out of them. The first one is easy.

“Do you miss Alicia?” I ask.

He appears deep in thought for a second. “Sometimes, I walk inside the house and wonder how it would feel if she was there, but then I recall she’d still be married to Jonathan because she was so helplessly in love with him, and I stop wondering.”

That’s interesting.

Aiden’s lack of empathy is like being in a logical, emotionless state of mind twenty-four seven. That state of mind even forbids him from missing his mother properly because he thinks she would’ve suffered if she lived her life as Jonathan’s wife.

“Take the shirt off,” he orders in that delicious deep tone. “And make it sexy.”

With a sigh, I unbutton my shirt. I don’t really know how to make it sexy, so I just do it without rush, slowly revealing the swell of my breasts covered by the simple cotton bra.

Aiden watches me the entire time with a dark, predatory gleam. His head tilts to the side to get a better view.

My nipples harden under his scrutiny, throbbing for attention.

Not now.

I let the shirt fall to the floor, ready for the next question. I’ve been burning to ask it since the time I heard about it.

“Who was the girl you and Cole had a threesome with?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Let me guess, Astor said he walked in on our ‘kinky shit’.”

I frown. “You know.”

“Typical Astor running his mouth about something he saw when high. Nash and I never had a threesome. Neither of us is the sharing type.”

“But Ronan said he saw you.”

“The fucker was so high that he got her hair colour wrong. Astor saw me fiddle with the ropes and he thought I was binding her when I was actually unbinding her and saving her from Nash’s crazy kink. See? I can be a gentleman when I want to ruin something.”

Aiden and Cole never had a threesome. I was being all green with jealousy over an imaginary person.

“Who was she, anyway?” I ask.

He smirks. “Nash’s damnation.”

Nash’s damnation.

Interesting. I wonder why Aiden worded it that way.

“Now,” his voice deepens with perverse lust. “Take the bra and skirt off.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Why both? I only asked one question.”

“Two, actually.” He grins with mischief. “You asked who’s the girl I had a threesome with and then even after confirming I didn’t fuck her, you still asked who is she.”

Damn it.

I should’ve known Aiden will set me a trap somewhere.

“A deal is a deal, sweetheart. Your curiosity is adorable.”

“Oh, shut up.” With a huff, I unclip my bra and let it fall to my side.

Aiden’s eyes feast on me like I’m his favourite meal, the one he’ll have before a death row.

I shimmy out of my skirt next and kneel naked in front of him.

For long seconds, Aiden just watches me. His brows draw together over darkened eyes as if he’s a predator sampling his prey.

“Hmm.” He reaches a finger and traces it over my hardened nipple. “Are you cold, sweetheart?”

Even if I were, his touch is making me all tingly and warm.

“No,” I say.

“Then I shouldn’t warm you up, huh?”

Ugh. Is there a way to take back my words?

“Aiden…”

“Hmm, sweetheart?” He twirls both my nipples between his fingers, twisting, and torturing them.

A zap of pleasure shoots to my core until I’m almost sure he can see my pussy glistening with arousal.

He pinches my nipple hard. I throw my head back in a whimper.

“I’m waiting.” His voice turns husky with lust. “Was there something you wanted to say?”

I meet his eyes reluctantly, pleading for him to take me already. “I… I…”

“What do you want?” He leans over and sucks a nipple into his mouth. His tongue laps around the peak, licking and twirling.

My stomach flutters with a thousand butterflies.

“Say you want me.” He speaks against my soft flesh, his stubble tickling my skin.

“I want you.” The words come out in a tortuous breath.

I was always such a mess when he teased my breasts. They’re throbbing and aching, but I still want more.

I want all of him. The good and the bad and the ugly.

He drags his pullover over his head, messing up the black strands. I barely register the emptiness on my sore nipples before he goes back to sucking on them, torturing them with his tongue, lips and teeth.

At the same time, he yanks down both his jeans and boxers. The thickness of his cock nestles at my thigh, hot and ready.

“What else do you want, sweetheart?”

I’m distracted by the perfection of his cock and the tautness of his abs. Those hard, powerful muscles of his arms and thighs can snap me in two if he chooses to.

Maybe I would’ve believed that a few months ago, but not now. I trust Aiden now.

I trust he won’t hurt me.

I trust he’ll bring the world to its knees for me.

“I want to be your queen.”