Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) - Rina Kent Page 0,53

with me, sweetheart. You’re so wet, I can smell you in the fucking air.”

He thrusts a finger inside me and my ears heat with shame when he finds no resistance.

No pressure.

No nothing.

His finger finds refuge inside my tight walls as if that’s where it always belonged.

Like he had a claim on me since the very first time we met.

“Being dominated by me turns you on.” He thrusts another finger inside, causing me to whimper. “Being at my mercy makes you fucking soaked.”

I shake my head against the metal, but with his death grip on my neck, I barely move.

“You don’t have to admit it now, but you will…” He thrusts savagely into my pussy. “Eventually.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head and I clamp a hand on my mouth to stop a loud moan from coming out.

Aiden doesn’t stop. He pounds his fingers inside me hard and fast as if he’s fucking me with his cock. I arch off the hood with each merciless thrust.

I’m gasping, panting and mewling. The worst part is that I have no control over it.

Even with the rain, the public place, and the fact that Aunt can peek from the kitchen balcony any second, I can’t stop.

Hell, it’s making me hotter. So hot that the rain nearly evaporates on my skin.

He’s possessing me and transforming me into this foreign, scary version.

“You won’t let any other man touch you. Is that clear?”

I’m too consumed by his devilish fingers to pay attention to his words.

Something brutal and destructive builds at the bottom of my stomach, clashing and smashing with his rhythm.

I can feel that wave. It’s just within reach. I’ve brought myself to orgasm before, but I always held back last minute, afraid of the intensity it brings.

Now, I can’t stop it even if I want to.

You like your will taken, don’t you?

His words draw a fierce sensation in my inner walls.

God. What’s wrong with me?

“Say yes,” he orders, flicking my clit.

The moan escapes from between my lips no matter how much I try to confine it.

He tightens his grip on my neck. “Say yes or I’ll stop.”

His rhythm drops in intensity as if proving a point.

I whimper, eyes bulging.

No. He can’t stop. Not this time, too. I’m there. Almost there.

“I… I…”

“Fucking say it.” He pumps harder into me, causing stars to form behind my lids.

“Yes!” I scream as the sharp power hits me.

I open my mouth to say something, but it remains in an ‘O’ and no words come out.

He stole my ability to speak

To breathe.

To think.

The fierce wave doesn’t let me go. Not really. Not even when he removes his fingers from inside me.

He stuffs his fingers — that still glisten of me — at my mouth.

“Open.”

I shake my head, parting my lips to protest, but he uses the chance to stuff both his fingers in my mouth.

“Do you taste yourself on me, sweetheart, hmm?” He gets past my lips and strokes his fingers on my tongue.

My mouth waters, but I want to shake my head in mortification. The clenching of my core answers before I can utter a word.

“Suck.”

I do, tentatively, just so I don’t drool like a dog.

Tasting myself on him is a strange, out of body experience. But I don’t stop.

I can’t.

It’s like my tongue wants to express something after the sensation he just brought me.

Aiden pops his fingers out as suddenly as he thrust them in, leaving me dazed and still slumped against the car, breathing harshly and unevenly.

Then he does something that shocks the living bejesus out of me.

He drops a gentle kiss on my nose.

His eyes are still dark, but they’re a lot clearer when he says, “Good girl.”

For the rest of the week, neither Aiden nor Xander shows up at school.

They were both suspended.

According to the gossip, Coach has them in a private camp until the end of their suspension as his form of discipline.

No coach would want his two star players at each others’ throat. Especially not in the senior year.

Me? I’m just happy I get space from Aiden.

After unravelling all over his fingers during that rainy night, I need more than space.

I need a continent between us.

How could I give in to him? Climax even?

He’s a sick monster. He’ll only hurt me.

Destroy me, even.

So why the hell can’t I stop thinking about that night?

Aiden still sends the usual dirty texts about what he’s thinking about doing to me once he returns. They get cruder and more taboo by the day. I never read them