Cruel King (Royal Elite 0)

With one last squeeze against my hip, he faces everyone. “Astrid is under my protection. Mess with her and you’ll have a personal problem with me. I’ll bury you so fucking deep, you’ll pray for death instead.”

They start nodding, but Levi doesn’t pay them attention.

The king has issued his decree and the subjects have no choice but to obey.

And just like that, he places a hand under my legs and carries me in his arms bridal style.

I yelp then try to struggle. “Where the hell are you taking me?”

“I’m kidnapping you, princess.”

35

Astrid

Surviving you shouldn’t be becoming all entangled in you.

* * *

What are you supposed to do when someone kidnaps you?

Kick and claw? Check.

Hit and scream? Also, check.

When I don’t stop screaming and hitting him every step on the way, Levi pushes me into the passenger seat of his car and retrieves a piece of rope from his glove box.

“What are you doing?” My frantic vision bounces between him and the rope. Why the hell does he even have rope in his car?

“Are you going to stay calm?”

“Let me go, you arsehole, let me —”

I cut off when he yanks both my arms behind my back, pressing his body flush against my front.

I seize breathing when his strong scent fills my nostrils. His hard chest flattens my breasts, making me all warm and fuzzy.

It’s only been three days since I’ve felt this warmth. Three measly days, but it’s felt like an eternity.

While I’m distracted by his sheer presence, Levi wraps the rope around my wrists, securing them behind my back. Then he hangs the seatbelt over my chest so I’m unable to move.

He steps back as if inspecting his handy work then taps my nose twice. “Be a good princess.”

“Fuck you, King.”

His eyes narrow the slightest bit, but he closes the door, hard, and I jump. I wiggle sideways, trying to free myself, but he’s already in his seat, securing the locks from his side.

The car’s engine revs to life and we’re flying in the streets.

I twist my wrists, but that only makes the ropes dig deeper in my flesh. “Kidnapping is a crime, you know.”

“I couldn’t care less.”

I groan from both frustration and anger. “So what? You think you can act like a villain and kidnap me on your black horse and I’ll have no other choice but to forgive you? Are you expecting a kiss in thanks, too?.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “I didn’t think about it that way, but that can work, too.”

“Ugh. I hate you.”