Deviant King: A Dark New Adult Romance (Royal Elite Book 1)

Aiden doesn’t stop when murmurs break whenever we walk.

He doesn’t stop when his teammates howl behind us.

His steps are confident and sure while his fingers continue drawing circles down my back.

I want to think it’s an endearing touch, but that’s not how Aiden works, is it? He doesn’t do endearing. Possessiveness suits him better.

The entire school just watched us tonguing each other and all I can think about is the meaning behind the tiny circles.

Truth is, I couldn’t care less about the audience.

All my senses are filled with Aiden. His height. His muscles that might as well be made from granite. The effortless and sure way he holds me.

His strength always had me in knots. There’s something about the way he carries me that’s all… male.

And his scent. His damn, clean, addictive scent.

With my head hidden in the crook of his neck, I can’t resist the urge to inhale him in and safeguard his scent to memory.

A door clicks then closes and Aiden stops. It’s my cue to lift my head. I release a breath when I make out a simple, non-characteristic room that must be for guests. There’s a medium-sized bed, a nightstand and a cupboard. Floral wallpaper covers the walls.

It reminds me of… home.

Not my home with Aunt and Uncle, but my actual home in Birmingham.

That’s such a disturbing thought.

I don’t remember home and I don’t want to.

My attention drifts back to Aiden who’s been watching me intently.

Since the beginning of this year, he’s been having this slight draw in his thick brows. It’s like he’s cracking a mathematical problem or a cyber code.

The brief show of humanity disappears and the poker face takes over.

It’s then I realise that I’ve been holding him like a vice.

Worse. We’re alone in a room and he’s blocking the only exit.

I attempt to scramble down his body, but his lethal hold tightens around my midsection.

“Ow. That hurts!” I push at his chest.

“Then stay still.”

“Ugh. Let me go, Aiden!”

“Why? You came here for me, didn’t you?”

The arrogance of this bastard. “You wish, arsehole.”

“Then who did you come for, hmm?” His eyes spark, and it pisses me off.

He pisses me off.

And apparently, I’m vindictive as hell because I give him a taunting smile. “Who do you think? I came for my boyfriend Xander.”

His eyes darken, but he smiles in a chilling, horror film kind of way. “Repeat that.”

I gulp, and the sound crackles in the burning tension in the air.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. I dare you to say that again.”

I shouldn’t.

Considering the murderous energy swirling around him, I should cut my losses short and shut up.

I must be out of my mind because I say, “My boyfriend Xander. He must be looking —”

It happens so fast, I barely register it.

Aiden throws me on the bed and crawls atop of me. My breath hitches when I make out the crazed look in his eyes. It’s as if someone turned the switch on.

I turned the switch on.

I lie beneath his looming body. His shoulders strain against the cloth of his T-shirt and he’s breathing heavily as if he’s coming down from a run.

I clench my thighs together not wanting him to see the overwhelming affect he has on me.

Because at this moment when he’s all threatening and scary, I don’t see the danger.

I should see the danger.

Instead, I’m searching behind that danger, thirsting to dig my claws in him and rip open the poker face to peek behind it.

I’m almost sure I’ll find a monster, but I still want to see it anyway.

I still want to see what he’s made of. Why he’s made this way.

His hand reaches for my face. I swallow as he traces a sensual finger down my cheek. It’s meant to be soft, but all I see is the darkness lurking beneath the surface.

I crave it. I want him to unleash it.

If he’s sick and I want his sickness, what does it make me?

“Seems that night in the rain did you no good.” His voice is too calm as he pinches my cheek. “I told you, sweetheart. You’re already mine, so stop acting otherwise.”

“I’m not yours.”

“Being mine is a fact, not an option. I don’t give a fuck if you embrace it or fight it in front of me.” He nuzzles his nose over my cheek. “But I’m done giving you freedom. You don’t get to act like you don’t belong to me.”

“Or what?”

He shakes his head. “You don’t want to know that.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Be mine and you become the queen on my board.” He pauses and flicks his tongue to lick my lower lip. “Fight and you’ll remain a pawn.”

Something bubbles to my throat and I can’t swallow past it. He’s fuming.

No. He’s enraged.

To another person, this version of Aiden would appear normal, soft even, but Aiden is the type who hides his anger beneath layers of calmness.

To say I’m not scared would be a lie, but I got past the blinding fear stage. Now, I’m able to see past the fear to his obsession with me. The way he seems so physically intent to possess me. I see the spark.

The want.

My want.

The way I react to him is beginning to scare me more than how he reacts to me.

As if all my senses aren’t filled with him already, Aiden squeezes my jaw so I’m glued to the grey storms in his eyes. They’re turbulent, beautiful, and downright terrifying.

Now, I know why storms are named after people.

“Which one will you be?” He drawls. “Queen or pawn?”

“None.”

“None, huh?”

“I’m not a chess piece on your board, Aiden. I’m human with human needs.”

His lips tug with a smirk. “Human needs. Hmm. We can work on that.”

I hit his shoulder. “That’s not what I mean.”

But then his lips claim mine.

When I open with a stunned gasp, he growls into my mouth and devours me. If the earlier kiss was head-turning, this one is animalistic and out of control. Aiden threads his fingers into my hair, tugging the strands loose, and brutalises my mouth.

The kiss is savage.

No.

It’s barbaric like he never kissed before.

Like he’s only discovering what it feels like to kiss.

It’s like he wasn’t kissing me earlier. Like he was holding back.

I’m in that phase where there’s no air and no other thoughts but him and his lips. His firm, yet soft lips.

His brutalising lips.

His body crashes into mine. All his hard lines mould into my soft curves. My hands find refuge on both his sides and I moan into his mouth.

Aiden breaks away, breathing harshly, and grunts against the corner of my mouth.

I had expected him to let go of his anger with the kiss, but it’s worse. His rage is a living, breathing being right now and he doesn’t even bother to mask it.

“If anyone dares to look at you, let alone touch what’s mine, I’ll fucking murder them. Is that clear?”

My lips part, unable to breathe properly, let alone speak.

“Is that clear?” He grits out.

“I’m not your thing, Aiden.” Damn him to the pits of hell. What does he think I am? An object?

He chuckles, the sound is dark and domineering. “Oh, but you are and if you still doubt it…” His lips graze my ear as he whispers in a dark tone, “I’ll fuck you so hard, so deep, you’ll be begging for me to never leave your tight pussy again.”

I clench my thighs at the image he painted inside my head. I try to chase it, but it won’t go away.

Am I defective? Wrong in the head?

Otherwise, how can I react so strongly to his crude words?

Aiden yanks down my jeans before I can form clear thoughts of what’s going on.

“Remove the T-Shirt,” he orders as my jeans reach my knees.

“Aiden…” It’s that breathy voice again.

The needy, damn voice I shouldn’t be using in front of Aiden.

“If I do it, I’ll rip the thing off.” His darkened gaze meets mine in a challenge for dominance or a challenge to make him do it. I don’t know.

A part of me is tempted to let him, but the other part just pulls the shirt over my head and throws it somewhere beside me. I’m lying in front of Aiden in my white bra and underwear.

I should be feeling embarrassed considering that he’s the first to see me this way, but I’m not.

If anything, I’m meeting his challenging gaze with one of my own.

Because he’s not done. He’ll never be done taking things from me. If I give him one, he takes ten.

His heated gaze travels up and down my half-naked body like whips of fire. I try to ignore it and fail miserably.

“Remove the bra,” he orders, meeting my gaze.

This time, I don’t move.

“Last chance, Elsa.” His lips curve into a smirk.

No matter how much I like the sound of my name out of his mouth, I don’t let it sway me.

Instead, I glare at him. Like we’re back to that time where we had glaring battles from afar.

I miss those times.

At least back then, he was simply an arsehole.

Now, he’s an arsehole who knows all the buttons to push in my body.

Aiden reaches to my back and yanks the bra free.

His eyes fill with overwhelming lust. My head turns away. I might not be embarrassed about my body, but the scar is another story.

The scar is my disgrace.

The key to my Pandora’s Box.

Aiden crawls atop of me, supporting himself on his palms and places kisses along my scar. Shock reverberates beneath my skin and tears fill my eyes.

“Stop that!” I don’t like the vulnerability.

Of all people, Aiden doesn’t get to see me bare, both body and soul.

“Too bad you don’t call the shots tonight.” He grins before his mouth goes back to worshipping my scar, his stubble tickling against the skin.

I try to push him. His index and thumb latch around a nipple and squeezes. Hard. I cry out as a zap of intense pleasure and pain pools between my thighs.

Aiden lifts his head with a smirk. “You like that, don’t you?”

I want to shake my head, to tell him to screw off, but my expression must appear dazed.

Aiden pinches my nipple again, and I hiss. Then he massages it, giving me a hazy pleasurable feeling. Before I can fall into it, he pinches again. He does it over and over. Just when I’m falling into the pleasurable feeling, he pinches.

I become delirious and drunk on the ecstasy he wrenches out of me.

He bites the other nipple into his hot mouth. My back arches as he surrounds the hard pebble with his lips and then nibbles slightly. “I love these.” His warm breaths send shivers along my skin. “Don’t you love what I do to them?”

I make some sound I can’t pinpoint.

“Do you want me to bite?”

I’m breathing heavily, my nipples are assaulted and sensitive, but I can’t say no.

I can’t say yes either.

I can’t say anything.

Maybe Aiden is right. Maybe I like him to dominate me.

His eyes darken as if reading my thoughts. He doesn’t wait for an answer. He bites, hard.

Pain zips down my spine and a strange sensation tightens the bottom of my stomach. He massages my throbbing nipple with his tongue, and I whimper. He bites again and again.

I’m a writhing, crying mess beneath him, but I can’t tell him to stop.

I don’t want to.

I haven’t felt such an onslaught of emotions in my life before and I’m craving it.

I’m craving more.

Is crazy contagious? Because I’m starting to feel as depraved as Aiden.

Just like with his fingers, the soothing massaging is just a build up before he tortures me with his bites again.

He does the same to the swell of my breasts and the soft skin of my stomach before travelling down.

“Should I ask, sweetheart?” His voice is husky and filled with the deep lust that’s coursing through my veins.

His fingers curve into the hem of my underwear before bringing it down my legs.

I shudder when cold air hits my sensitive, wet folds.

Aiden sniffs the air and grins.

I see the devil in his eyes, and the first thought is… I want that devil.

How can I want a devil?

“I can smell your arousal.” He growls. “What am I going to do with you now?”