Royal Elite Epilogue (Royal Elite #7) by Rina Kent

Aiden spins back around. My mouth falls open. I never expected to see that expression on Aiden’s face.

Fear.

Complete terror.

He grabs my arm. “Let’s go to Dr Albert. He’ll tell us how to deal with this—”

“No.” I wiggle away from him. “I’m having this child.”

“And I’m not having a child that will risk your life.” Aiden’s voice is authoritative and final. “I’d rather be childless than without you.”

My eyes fill with tears at his statement, because I know it’s true. Aiden would be happy with just me by his side. I feel it in my soul.

But I want to give him more. I want to give him everything. I want to be the mother of his children.

“I’m not in danger.” I cradle his cheek with my palm. “I talked to Dr Albert and the OB-GYN, and we had tests done. The baby and I are healthy.”

He narrows his eyes. “Are you just saying that so I’d change my mind?”

“I know you’d barge into Dr Albert’s house to make sure my words are correct, so no, I’m not bluffing. I have the test results and everything in my bag.”

He jogs to it and spends minutes reading the papers over and over again. I stand there watching him, waiting for his reaction.

He switches his gaze to stare at the ultrasound scan of a small life. A life he and I created.

“So?” I ask carefully. “What do you think?”

“You’re pregnant.” He stares between me and the ultrasound scan as if to make sure.

“Yes, Aiden.” I cradle my stomach. “I’m carrying your baby.”

“You’re carrying my baby,” he repeats, slowly approaching me.

When he’s within touching distance, I take his hand and place it on my stomach.

It’s still flat, but I can feel the life humming inside me. I can already feel the connection.

He stares at his hand and slowly strokes my stomach.

“We created a life, Aiden,” I murmur. “Are you happy?”

He rips his gaze from my stomach to meet my eyes. “Are you?”

“I’m over the moon. This is the best gift you could’ve given me.” I press my lips to his. “I love you.”

He wraps his arms around me and I squeal as he lifts me off the ground and hugs me. My arms wind around him as he kisses my mouth, my cheeks, my nose, and my forehead.

“You’re the best gift I’ve ever been given, my queen.”

“And you’re mine, my king.”





18





Xander





Age Twenty-six





You know that feeling where you love someone so much that you’d kill for them, but sometimes, you want to kill them?

Those tiny moments where you want to strangle them while you fuck them?

This is one of those times.

Those thoughts have never stopped swirling in my head since the company dinner we had at Ronan’s house.

And now, Kim is walking by my side, interlacing her fingers with mine as if nothing happened.

We’ll see about that.

I enter the code to the flat, and she goes inside first.

“I’m craving something to eat. What do you think we –”

Her words catch in her throat as I pull her by the arm and slam her against the door. I grab both her wrists and shove them above her head.

She gasps, her green eyes filling with excitement so tangible, I can feel it over the black rage swirling in my brain.

“What were you doing back there, Green?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She’s provoking me on purpose, and fuck if it isn’t working. I yank her dress up, then my trousers and boxers down.

She bites her lower lip, her tits rising and falling heavily against my chest.

“You don’t know, huh? Because it seemed to me you were allowing that fucker from accounting to flirt with you before I kicked him out.”

“I was?” Her eyes widen with mock disbelief.

I lift her up by a hand under her thigh, and she doesn’t need an invitation as her legs wrap around my waist.

“You’ll pay for it, Green.”

“I will?” she whispers in my ear.

I slam inside her so hard, my balls slap against her arse. Fucking fuck. She feels so right – so damn right.

She moans aloud as I fuck her hard and fast against the door. The bangs and the slaps of flesh against flesh echo in the silence.

Thankfully, for the neighbours’ sake, the flat is soundproof.

Kim’s groans fill the air and her mouth opens in that wordless ‘O’.

“You like provoking me, Green? You like how I pulled you out in front of all of them, claiming you as mine?”

“Yes,” she whimpers as I hit her sensitive spot over and over again until she’s screaming my name.

I follow her soon after, the force of my release knocking us both cold. Her head falls against my shoulder and she stares up at me with that dreamy, utterly pleasured smile.

“I love it when you don’t hold back, Xan.”

The haziness of the orgasm slowly withers away as I recall the reason why this particular release felt good. It’s because I haven’t fucked her this hard in weeks.

“Oh, fuck.” I carry her to the bedroom and lay her on the bed. Our cat, London, jumps away but remains at the door. I swear she’s the biggest voyeur on this planet.