Cruel King (Royal Elite 0)

“Still, you think I’m perfect and gorgeous, yeah?”

The slight blush creeping up her cheeks is all the answer I need.

“Whatever. You only look that way because you inherited some Vikings’ genes — which is super unfair by the way. I should’ve been the one who inherited some.”

“Why?”

“Mate! Have you seen them? They’re super badass.”

“You’re doing just fine without the Viking looks, princess.”

“Yeah, right.” She rolls her eyes. “Anyway, back to you and your cousin. You’re the devil and Aiden seems suspiciously too normal.”

I laugh, my head tipping back. “If you think I'm the devil, you should search for a higher position for Aiden.”

She mulls my words over in that busy head of hers. “Does it run in the family? Being abnormal, I mean.”

My jaw clenches, but I mask my reaction and smile. “Sure thing. If it makes you sleep better at night to know we’re all defected, then go right ahead.”

“You don't have to be a dick about it.” She stands, throwing the towel to the side. “I'm trying to figure out why Dad hates you guys so much when he thinks all those negative emotions are beneath him.”

“Maybe Lord Clifford isn’t such a saint after all.”

She lifts her chin. “Or maybe your family wronged him. I witnessed first hand how cruel a King can be.”

Jonathan is the type who destroys anyone who crosses him. It’s weird that he’s choosing to remain tight lipped about his grudge against Lord Clifford.

“Take me home.”

I abandon my half-full glass of vodka and approach her in steady steps. “Repeat that without the order part.”

“So only you are allowed to dish out orders?”

“Basically.” I stop when I’m toe-to-toe with her and she has to stare up at me. “Now, rephrase. Here's a hint. Use ‘please’.”

“Go screw yourself, please.”

I grin. “Wrong choice.”

My arm wraps around her waist and I dip my head down to hers, needing to taste her lips again.

To feast on them.

To eat her up until there’s nothing left of her.

Astrid’s sparkly green eyes widen. She jerks a hand up covering her mouth and my lips find her fingers.

Instead of pulling away, I kiss the back of her hand, biting and nibbling on her skin like I would’ve done her lips. I tongue her forefinger and middle finger, thrusting between them and sucking the flesh into my mouth.

A long shudder goes through her. I’m rock fucking hard. My dick strains against my trousers wanting to feel her bare.

I’m consuming her fingers with my mouth and she’s consuming me with that expressive, lust-filled gaze.

Her hand trembles as if she wants to remove it, but something is stopping her.

Maybe it’s the same thing that’s stopping me from bending her over and burying myself inside her so deep, neither of us would know where I end and she begins.

In one night, I had a bruised nose and shoulder because of her. I had my first all-consuming kiss with her. I enjoyed the rain after a long time also because of her.