Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) - Rina Kent Page 0,76
fuck you until you come all over my hand, but I won’t stop.
My hand slips under the waistband of my shorts and plunge into my slick folds.
Elsa: No?
Aiden: No. While you’re coming down from the wave, I’ll eat your pussy until you scream all over again. Then I’ll release your hair and hold you with it while I fuck you until both of us pass out.
I rub up and down harder with every word in his texts. It’s not my hand, it’s Aiden’s mouth that’s driving me insane. His fingers inside me, his cock down my throat…
I come with a cry and muffle the sound into my pillow.
My cheeks are so hot, I think they’ll explode.
I can’t believe I just brought myself to orgasm thinking it was Aiden.
My phone vibrates one more time.
Aiden: Don’t sleep.
Ashamed of what I just did — or what he made me do, I groan and stand up, abandoning my phone on the nightstand.
Opening the balcony’s window, I let the chilling air fill my senses. The first droplets of rain hit my nose, and I close my eyes, tipping my head back to let it rinse me.
Cleanse me.
My nostrils fill with the scent of the earth after the rain and I inhale it in.
When I open my eyes, the black car is still there.
My lips tremble as I abandon the rain and crawl back into my bed.
* * *
Whimpers come from the basement.
My little feet follow the sound. I’m whimpering myself, but them whimpers from the basement are louder and more in pain.
Mmmmm.
Mmmm…
Mmmm —
I dart my eyes back expecting the boogieman to follow me down here. Ma says I should never be here because them monsters hide in places like these.
Ma looks like a monster sometimes when she’s talking about him. The one who shall not be named.
Her eyes look black like them Da’s friends.
Sometimes, she hugs and squeezes me till I think I’m joining the one who shall not be named.
“Elsa?”
Oh. No.
If Ma finds me, she’ll squeeze me to death again. I don’t like them monsters in her eyes because Da won’t stop hitting her when she has them monsters.
Then his monsters and her monsters become the same.
Them whimpers turn into moans. I stop at the basement’s door and peek through the opening of the key.
Them monsters took another person like the one who shall not be named.
This time, I have to help them. I have to stop them monsters in Ma and Da’s eyes.
“Elsa!!” A blow smacks my back.
My head hits the door and something warm and red trickles down my temple.
I look back and see them monsters.
They’re black.
They’re murky.
They have hole eyes.
My lips tremble as I’m struck again.
Blow.
Blow.
Blow.
“You’ll pay for that, Elsa.”
* * *
I wake up with a start. Sweat trickles down my spine, sticking my PJ’s to my back. I dart my eyes to the side and shriek.
A shadow looms over my bed.
Chapter Twenty-Six
The monster from my childhood stands over my bed like a shadow.
A boogieman.
He’s finally coming for me.
Blood roars in my ears and my heartbeat catches on an irregular, sick rhythm.
Thump.
Th-thump…
Thump...
I screw my lids shut and cover my ears with both my hands. This is a dream. It’s all in my head. The boogieman isn’t real. The monster isn’t real.
No matter how much I chant that, it doesn’t stop the voices from filtering through my high-built fortress.
Murmurs.
Haunted moans.
Pained whimpers.
Heavy footsteps come closer and closer, suffocating me like a vice.
“Hush little baby, don’t you cry...”
No. I place both hands on my ears, trying to suffocate the haunting sound.
I hate that song. I hate the way she sings it with that manic humming and them monsters in her eyes.
“...everything is going to be alright…”
NO!
“Mama’s gonna buy you a little toy… and if that toy doesn’t work, Mama will bring you another one...”
No, no, no...
“You’ll never escape me, Elsa.”
“You’re my masterpiece, Elsa.”
“Elsa.”
“Elsa…”
“Elsa!”
They won’t have me.
Not again.
Never again.
I hit at his chest with both fists. His arms surround me, making me nauseous. I swore I’d never let him put his hands on me anymore.
Not again.
Not this time.
“Maaa!” I screech.
She can help me. She has to help me. That’s what mothers do, right? They save their children from them monsters.
“Ma, help —”
My voice and my breathing cut off.
I’m thrown into water. Dark, murky, bottomless water.
I gasp, but only water fills my throat, my lungs… all of me.
Thrashing, I try to surface, to find refuge from them monsters.
A hand holds my head underwater. It’s suffocating. It fills my nostrils, my mouth, and my frantic eyes.