Cruel King (Royal Elite #0) - Rina Kent Page 0,111
that I’ve got charcoal all over my hands.
Without breaking the kiss, Levi places a hand under my arse and pulls me in his arms. The act is so effortless and natural as he marches out of the studio.
“Aren’t you supposed to model for me?” I ask breathlessly against his mouth.
“Later,” he grunts, his voice husky with arousal. “We can do that later.”
Not that I’m complaining about the turn of events.
He barges into the bedroom — our bedroom — and slams the door shut with his foot.
He puts me on the bed and nearly rips my shorts and T-shirt off. I fumble with the buttons and help him undress me.
In Levi’s fashion, he does rip my underwear, though. The friction of his fingers against my most sensitive part leaves me breathless, aching for more.
I pant, showing him my charcoal-covered hands. “I’m all dirty.”
“Oh, I’m going to make you dirtier, princess,” he grunts against the hollow of my neck before he places an open-mouthed kiss on the curve of my throat.
He doesn’t stop there, though.
As he throws the last piece of clothing covering me — my bra, he sucks on my collarbone and the delicate skin of my breast.
My back arches off the bed, letting the overwhelming sensation sweep me over, capture me in its depths, and unravel me.
“Levi…” I sink my fingers into the small hairs at the back of his neck.
“Fuck, I love the way you say my name.” His mouth wraps around an aching nipple and sucks it inside as his finger twirls the other one. “And I love these tits. They were made for me, weren’t they, princess?”
I groan a ‘yes’. He’s touching my breasts, but I feel his ministrations straight to my core.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he orders in a hoarse voice.
Something about his authoritative tone turns me on even more. I do as I’m told.
“Tighter,” he commands.
I comply even though my thighs tremble.
Levi lifts his head from my breasts and whispers, “I love you.”
Then he’s sheathed inside me, all the way in. I’m so full of him that I don’t think I’ll be empty ever again.
My air fills with his scent, his musk and his fresh breaths. My body, heart and soul jolt with every throughout thrust.
He’s not rough and fast, but he’s not slow either.
It’s the perfect rhythm to send sparks down my belly and all over my body. All my emotions escalate and somehow settle in the space between us.
He’s worshipping me, I realise. That brings happy tears to my eyes.
“Why are you crying?” He wipes the stray tear with the tip of his thumb, a frown settling between his brows.
“I’m just happy.” I place a kiss at his mouth. “So happy.”
“You are?” He grins, his thrusts picking up pace.
I nod as he hits the right spots. When he slides out then slams back in again, I lose it.
All of it.
“I love you,” I pant as the orgasm hits me with a force I’ve never felt before.
As if my words are an aphrodisiac, Levi curses. His abs tighten with the force of his thrusts as he comes inside me with a rough, masculine power.
Our breathing is rugged and rough, pulsing between us.
He pulls me into him and nestles my head at the crook of his shoulder.
The room is full of sex, dopamine, and peace.
So much… peace.
If I knew he’d purge all the stress out of me in such a way, I would’ve spent all the previous days with him.
“Are you feeling better?” He wraps his large palm around my cheek, combing through the sweaty strands, and stroking my jaw.
I stare up at him. “Better about what?”
“You were on the verge of breakdown these past few days.” He watches me intently, putting all his weight into his gaze.
My throat works with a swallow.
“You… knew that?” I murmur in the silence.
“I know everything about you, princess.”
“I thought you were too busy with practice and school.”
“I’m never too busy for you.” He plants a kiss at the top my forehead, soft and tender. “You’ll be my wife, remember? I’ll always know everything about you.”
Wife.
That word fills me with giddiness I haven’t felt since the day of the proposal.
I want to be his wife. I want to wake up to his face every day and steal shots of him so I can sketch them later.
There’s no doubt in my mind that Levi is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.
“And you’ll be my husband.” I plant a kiss on his shoulder where I smudged him with charcoal.
“Fuck.” His pale eyes shine with potent possessiveness and affection. “Repeat that.”
“Husband?”
He nods sharply.
“My husband.” I flutter kisses over his neck, jaw, and the curve of his mouth. “My love, my life, and my everything.”
A low growl rips from his throat as he grips my hips and climbs atop of me. “My wife. My everything.”
A week later, he seals that promise with a deep kiss.
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THE END
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What’s Next?
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Blurb
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The villain isn’t supposed to be the king.
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I have a simple plan.
Finish Royal Elite School and get into my dream university.
One glance from the school’s king blows my plan up in smoke.
One glance and he suffocates my air.
One glance and he issues his death sentence.
His first words spiral my life into irreparable chaos.
“I will destroy you.”
Everything about Aiden King is black.
Black mind.
Black heart.
Black soul.
I should’ve remained quiet and endured the time I have left.
I didn’t.
I made the irrevocable mistake of provoking the king on his throne.
The devil in his hell.
And now, I’ll pay the price.
Being hated by Aiden King is dangerous.
But being wanted by him is lethal.
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About the Author
Rina Kent in an English author who's constantly parading between France and North
Africa due to her studies and her husband's demanding job.
When she's not packing suitcases or hopping from one plane to the other, she's busy whipping her characters to shape.
Since a young age, Rina has been obsessed with storytelling and flawed, edgy characters. Her heroes are often killers and anti-heroes and her books are always sprinkled with darkness, angst, violence, and lots of heat.
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