Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) - Rina Kent Page 0,30
the corner of my tongue, but knowing he’d probably take it as a challenge and continue, I swallow it back inside.
Instead, I say, “The only way you’ll be able to do that is if you knock me unconscious.”
“That’s both necrophilia and cheating. Neither interests me. When I bring you to orgasm, I want your face flushed red and your screams cutting through the air.”
“You really are sick.”
“And you’re really beginning to sound repetitive.”
His gaze drops to my naked shoulders and the hint of my scar surrounded by the hickeys he left.
“Aiden… don’t...” I warn. My nails dig into my palm as if my grip on the towel is my lifeline.
“I asked you nicely this morning.” His dark eyes meet mine. “But maybe you don’t like nice, sweetheart. Maybe deep down, you like the opposite of nice.”
“I like being left alone.”
“Is that what you believe?” His thumb traces down my cheek and swipes harshly along my bottom lip as if he’s attempting to wipe something off.
I can’t even fight him away because that will mean leaving my towel and my body at his mercy — or the lack thereof.
“Do you know what I think? I think a part of you likes the opposite of nice, but because you’re such a good girl, you’re out to destroy that part. You’re scared about what it could mean about you. How can you like something so deprived when you’re such a perfect human being? You’re scared of yourself, sweetheart.”
“You’re delusional.”
“Am I?” He releases my face and his fingers drop down to my collarbone. Every contact of his skin against mine is like a scorching fire.
And like any fire, ashes is the only thing he’ll leave behind.
“Leave me the hell alone,” I hiss.
“I told you. I can’t.”
He yanks the towel down, exposing the scar and my pale breasts.
It’s a miracle that I keep the towel fastened around my middle. Or maybe I only keep it because he allows it.
He wraps his thumb and forefinger around my nipple and squeezes hard.
A zapping sensation shoots straight to my core and I close my eyes with shame.
“Your nipples are so hard.” He squeezes some more until a whimper leaves my lips. “See? They’re all tight and sensitive so maybe they like the opposite of nice, too.”
I purse my lips together, scared that an alien sound would come out.
“Fuck.” His metallic eyes fill with wonder.
He continues pinching and twirling my nipple, but it’s not his focus. His entire attention is on the angry red marks he left around my scar.
Biting down the sensations going through my body, I stare, incredulous. “Do you get off on causing people pain?”
His gaze reluctantly leaves my chest to meet my eyes. A sheen of indifference covers his features, sealing whatever interest sparked earlier. “Are you in pain?”
“No, but I’m uncomfortable. Spare me your attention.”
“Why?” He pinches my nipple hard.
My lips tremble as I try to gather my wits around me. “You’re toxic. And oh, you ruined my life for two years.”
He leans over, lips ghosting on the shell of my ear sending chills to the bottom of my stomach as he whispers, “Not enough.”
“What have I done to you?” My voice trembles around the words.
“You exist.”
Tears rim my eyes at his words.
Somewhere deep inside, I agree with Kim. Aiden doesn’t bully anyone else in school — not even her. He doesn’t go out of his way to trap others as he does me.
“Why me?” I shout. “Why the fuck is it my life you decided to ruin? Was it a toss of a coin? Did you wake up that day and decided it would be me?”
His hand wraps around my neck and he squeezes. It’s tight enough to make me beg for air and show that he’s the one in control.
That he can in any second squeeze the life out of me.
“Do you think I was destroying you?” he asks with a dark voice. “You’ve seen nothing, Frozen.”
I try to push at his chest, but he reaches his free hand to my nipple and pinches it while squeezing my neck harder.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t freaking breathe.
My lungs choke on non-existent air as I thrash and claw at his hand and arms.
My eyes bulge, feeling every nerve ending tingling. Lightheadedness grips me and everything turns hazy.
“The more you fight, the harder I squeeze.” He swipes his tongue along my parted bottom lip and whispers against my mouth, “You’re smart, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
My hands tremble as I drop them to either side of me.