Cruel King (Royal Elite 0)

“Do you think I don’t want to stop?” He growls in my ear as he yanks the robe down my arms and tosses it away.

“I’ve been debating against who and what I am for two damn weeks and guess what?” A zipper sounds from behind me, and I swallow audibly.

“W-what?”

“I can’t win when I’ve already abdicated, princess.”

I throw a glance over my shoulder and suck in a breath. He’s all too hard. His abs, his thighs, and his cock.

A full-body shudder goes through me.

I want him inside me.

No. I need him inside me.

I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever have this reaction to someone else other than him.

When I’m near him, it’s both frightening and exciting. Even though I know there’s a dark abyss ahead, I keep walking to it all the same.

It’s crazy. It’s reckless. But it’s ours.

Levi and I haven’t started as a fairy tale and I know it won’t be a fairy tale ending, but I still crave what we have.

My breath still catches in my throat and my heart tries to beat out of my chest.

How can I feel this strongly for a monster?

He grips one of my hips harshly. “I see you but I don’t touch you. I hear you but I can’t speak to you. You drove me fucking crazy.”

“Good.” I lean into his hand, rocking against his thigh. “Because you made me crazy for a while now.”

Levi releases my hip and stuffs his index and middle finger into my mouth. I suck on his skin as I keep riding his thigh. I’m probably making a sticky mess on his muscles, but I don’t stop.

I can’t.

He doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he drags his thigh against my sensitive folds faster, making me frantic.

“You’re soaking me.” His voice is raspy. “Fuck. Do you feel yourself on me, princess?”

I nod.

He flicks his thumb against my nipple, making them harden before he pinches. Hard.

“Do you want me to make you come?”

I moan around his fingers in response. He removes his thigh from between my legs, leaving me empty and aching and so freaking hungry.

“What—”

Words die in my throat when he runs his hard, thick cock up and down my entrance.

Holy shit.

That’s even better than his thigh.

My breathing comes out stuttered and short.

“Tell me you’re mine.”