Reign of a King (Kingdom Duet #1) - Rina Kent Page 0,48
get caught up in him all over again.
“You’re five minutes late for breakfast and you didn’t answer my email.”
People normally say good morning, but Jonathan reminds you of how you breached his rules.
The man is such a charmer. And I mean that in the most sarcastic way possible.
When I don’t reply, his tone shifts to that authoritative one. “Have you become a glutton for punishment, Aurora? Is that it?”
I face away from him. “I’m not feeling well.”
“What do you mean you’re not feeling well? You were fine last night.”
“Well, I’m not today.”
“You still have the attitude, so you can’t be too unwell.”
The bastard. “Well, I am. Now, leave me alone.”
“You need to quit the habit of chasing me out, Aurora. That will never happen unless it’s on my terms. Understood?”
I purse my lips but say nothing.
“What did I say about answering my questions?”
“Fine. Okay. As you wish, your majesty.”
“I thought you weren’t feeling well, yet it seems like you fancy a mouth fuck.”
“I’ll never let you do that.” I might like the pain he lashes out, but degradation is another thing altogether.
“I’m the one who decides whatever the fuck I want to do with you. After all, you’re my property.”
“I’ll never do it willingly, so if you’re in the mood to force me, go for it.”
He narrows his eyes, but seems to let it go. It’s the deceptive type of reassurance he shows now and again. As for what he’ll actually do? Yeah, no one knows that.
“Now tell me, why are you feeling unwell?” He sits on the edge of the bed and places his knuckles on my forehead. “You’re not warm.”
If I wasn’t before, I am now. I suck in a breath at the way his skin burns on mine and swiftly pull away.
“Can’t you leave me alone?”
“That’s a no. You should’ve learnt by now that I always get what I want, so you might as well tell me.”
“Arrogant prick,” I mutter under my breath.
“I heard that. And I’m not arrogant, I’m goal-oriented. Arrogance comes from false beliefs I don’t have.”
That is true. Jonathan is the type who never starts anything unless he already knows the end result.
“I’m waiting, Aurora.”
“Don’t you have work?”
“You also have work and your black belt friend must be throwing a search party, but you’re not making a move to go. This is your last chance to freely divulge information before I resort to my methods.”
“And what are those? Spanking me?”
“Not in your current situation, but I’ll take a rain cheque on that.”
“You’re impossible, did you know that?”
“That doesn’t answer my question. You’re wasting both our time.”
“I’m sore, okay?”
He pauses, but his expression remains blank, non-existent even. “Huh.”
Huh?
I don't know what I expected, but ‘huh’ wasn’t it.
“How sore are you?”
“Enough that I can’t move.”
“Should you see a doctor?”
“No. It’s not as bad as that.”
“Then what do you need?”
“Rest, Jonathan. Ever heard of the word, or was that erased from your workaholic dictionary?”
“Very funny.” His face is caught in that snobbish state, which means he doesn’t find it amusing at all.
He pulls the covers off my body and I yelp as he wraps his strong arms around my back and picks me up. The room tilts off balance as he carries me effortlessly, bridal style.
There’s a faint recollection of us being in this same position before. Did he also do it yesterday?
Were those words that came to my mind his?
I must be imagining things. This is Jonathan, after all. He doesn’t feel — at all. Even if he does, he’s perfected the art of deception so well, no one sees past his cool façade.
I wince, but the palpitations of my heart take me more by surprise. “Jonathan? What are you doing?”
“Finding a solution.” He marches to the bathroom, and I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror. Me, entirely naked and small in his arms. Him, suited up and looking every bit the king from his last name.
My hair is dishevelled and my eyes are slightly puffy from sleep. I don’t only look fucked, but also like I enjoyed every second of it.
Jonathan gently lowers me into the bathtub and I wince as my hip bone touches the cold surface.
His attention slides to me at the sound I make. “Endure it for a bit.”
“Is that your answer to everything?”
“You have to endure it to get past it, Aurora. That’s how it works.”
That’s an interesting philosophy, but… “That doesn't mean it goes away, you know.”
“That’s why you have to endure and take action. It doesn’t make