Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) - Rina Kent Page 0,11
the soul, but for Aiden, there’s… nothing.
It’s empty in there.
A dark, bottomless hole.
“What are you willing to do to have me stop?” His voice is calm. Too calm. It’s terrifying.
“Let’s take the phone, King.” Xander’s voice holds an uncertainty that matches my jumbled insides. Even though his grip remains steel-like.
“No.” Aiden doesn’t break eye contact. He’s like a dog with a bone. There’s no stopping him until he gets what he wants.
“Frozen here will give me what I want so I’ll let her go, right?”
I shake my head once, holding onto the last thread of dignity I have left.
Xander presses on my wrists harder as if communicating something. What, I don’t know.
The sadistic spark from earlier returns as Aiden watches me intently. “What do you say, Frozen?”
He reaches for the lace of my bra, his fingers tracing along the lace. My back stiffens, and I shrink into Xander as if he’s my defence against his friend.
In all honesty, he may be the only defence I have.
Aiden gets bolder, hooking his finger against the cloth. His skin brushes along the valley of my breasts, leaving a trail of something so foreign, it’s horrifying.
He’s not even reaching for the phone. No. He watches me with that poker face the more his fingers lazily trace along the curve of my breasts, stopping at my scar.
His endgame seems to be making me uncomfortable in my own skin.
It’s working.
It’s freaking working, damn it.
Xander tugs on my wrist again as if pushing me to end this.
“Fine!” I seethe. “What the hell do you want?”
Aiden steps back but doesn’t break eye contact. I don’t want to back off first, but staring into those hollow eyes is exhausting.
It’s like being trapped in a void and screaming, but the only sound you’re able to hear is the echo.
“Everyone calls me King.”
“And?” I ask, not knowing what he’s getting at.
“You don’t.”
“That’s because you have a first name, why the hell would I call you by your last?”
“Who gave you the right to call me by my first name?”
“Huh?”
“Call me King.” His face lights up with malice.
He’s enjoying this. The bastard is enjoying seeing me helpless.
I thought Aiden was crazy before, but it turns out he’s a fucking psycho.
“Call you King?” I repeat, incredulous.
“It’s not rocket science. Say, please let me go, King and I might.”
I wiggle against Xander’s hold, hating how my breasts bounce with the move. “I don’t care who you are, Aiden, and you too, arsehole.” I throw over my shoulder at Xander who’s… playing on his phone? Seriously? I jut my chin at Aiden. “If you do anything to me, I’ll report you for sexual harassment and ruin your entire future.”
“I thought you were smart.” Aiden tsks. “But I guess you have your stupid moments, too.”
Before I can ponder on that, he yanks me from his friend’s hold. I cry out as I collide against his hard chest. His rough fingers dig into my bra. He retrieves my phone and throws it behind me. To Xander I suppose. Then he grabs both my wrists behind my back, locking them in one bruising hand.
“I’m out of here,” Xander says in an absent-minded tone. “Don’t take long.”
His casual footsteps disappear into the distance.
I never thought I would want Xander to stay, but I’m ready to beg him to. He might be cruel, but he doesn’t have an empty gaze like the one Aiden is watching me with.
“You have the phone.”
“So?”
“So let me go.” I stare at his shirt, not wanting to meet his gaze.
“That would be a no.”
His fingers are back to my bra again, but instead of tracing like earlier, his thumb and forefinger latch onto my pebbled nipple through the cloth and he pinches.
A sound claws its way up my throat, but I clamp my lips shut around it. A strange heat invades my body and I hate it.
I hate the tormenting sensation.
I hate him.
I try to struggle, but that only pushes my half-naked breasts forward, making them bounce in his hands.
“Are you putting on a show for me?” He smirks.
“Screw you.”
He pinches hard again, and pressure builds behind my eyes.
“Try again.”
“What do you want from me, damn it?”
He pinches again, and I bite my lower lip so hard that I taste blood. I’m all flushed, sweaty, and sticky. It kills me that I’m allowing him to have this effect on me.
“So now you want to know what I want?” He tsks, lazily brushing