Cruel King (Royal Elite 0)

“Do you know what happens to bad girls who go where they shouldn’t?”

I continue nodding, too transfixed by the ethereal blue of his eyes. Are those some flecks of grey in them? If only I had my sketchbook to capture the moment.

Though it would be near impossible to emulate the colour.

Levi grabs me by the arm and this time, a moan escapes my throat as he drags me out of the bathroom and into the vast room I breezed through earlier.

I’m so focused on his hand on my bare skin and how my thighs tighten to notice anything around us.

“Look what I found.” His voice alerts me to the shapes in the dim-lit room.

The low music thumping from the walls has ‘You’ll end up dead’ in the lyrics as soon as I let the outside environment sink in.

Okay, that’s not creepy at all.

Half of the football team are either smoking, drinking or playing cards. They all look up at Levi’s words.

“I thought girls were for later?” One of them asks with amusement. “Not that I mind. You can start with my dick, love.”

Eww.

“Naw, come on!” Another throws a deck of cards. He has curly brown hair and is wearing his jacket backwards. “I’m not taking your sloppy seconds anymore, Chris. C’est pas cool.”

“I’m your senior, Ronan. Shut it.”

“I think she wants me first.” Hot breaths tickle down my ear as warm lips brush the earlobe. “Don’t you, princess?”

Um yeah! Yeah!

Keep doing that, please.

I want to shout that at the top of my lungs, but I can’t find the words. I can only close my eyes and lean into his hard chest. Well, hell. He can probably use this thing as a board.

Something at the back of my mind tells me this is wrong — so wrong, but I don’t particularly care about that something at the moment.

That something can go suck it as long as King keeps touching me and making me feel good. Torturous, but still so fucking good.

“Wait.” A smooth voice calls from my right from where two members of the football team are isolated playing… chess?

He stands up and stalks towards me with infinite ease. His team jacket clings to his broad shoulders. Either he walks too silently or I’m too buzzed to hear his steps.

Because the next thing I notice, he’s in my face, looking down at me with sinister eyes darker eyes than Levi’s. Even his hair is jet black. He shares Levi’s straight nose and the same posture, but he’s nothing like him.

While Levi gives the impression of a badass, Viking King. His cousin has the aura of a silent, serial killer king who might or might not slaughter his people if he feels bored.

The young king, Aiden, watches me for a few, long seconds with his hands nonchalantly tucked in his pockets as if he’s assessing a

lamb for slaughter.

Damn these two cousins and how beautiful they are. Even with menace written all over his face, I can’t help noticing the whole deadly charm he has going on.

“You’re Clifford, aren’t you?” Aiden asks.

“Clifford?” The previous playfulness in Levi’s voice vanishes into thin air and his tone hardens.

I hold on to the feel of his hand on my arm as I choke out. “I’m just Astrid. Clifford is Dad’s name.” I giggle and lower my voice. “Oops. Shh. Don’t tell him I called him Dad. He doesn’t like that.”

Aiden raises an eyebrow as if he’s proven a point, but he’s not looking at me. “Hands off, Lev.”