Cruel King (Royal Elite 0)

“I…” I was an idiot? I want a second chance?

Where the hell do I even begin with my jumbled thoughts?

He barges into my space. His chest brushes against my breasts and I’m so full of him. Of his height. Of his natural scent now mixed with adrenaline. Of his sheer presence.

God, I missed him. I missed him so fucking much.

He clutches my shoulders with strong hands, and I briefly close my eyes against the sensation. His touch has always been my undoing, and I’ve been starving for so long.

“Tell me you couldn’t sleep, too. Tell me I’ve been driving you as fucking crazy as you’ve been driving me.”

I nod, fighting the pressure building in my throat. “I know there’s a dark past between us, but I’m choosing to be selfish. I’m choosing the future, Levi.”

“Thank fuck because I’m never giving up on you, princess.”

I release a long breath. “I thought you already did.”

“Nah. I have to live up to my devil reputation.”

I throw myself against him, my hands securing tightly at his back. Levi wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into him. We’re so close that he’s crushing me until I can’t breathe.

Scratch that. I can breathe. I breathe him. His embrace. His warmth. The future I want with him.

Levi and I were something special since the day I stumbled into the private room, drugged, and he kicked me out just so he’d save me later.

We’ve been something special since he made me his target and I fought back.

The past won’t define our lives. The future will.

“Now say it,” he whispers against my ear.

“Say what?”

“That you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” I chuckle, looking up at him. “Even if we have a long-distance relationship.”

“Fuck long-distance relationships.”

My heart breaks as if he jammed a knife into my chest. Does Levi only plan to spend the rest of the year with me and then we go separate ways?

He taps my nose. “Kiss for your thoughts?”

“So what? It’s over once you go to Manchester or Liverpool?”

“Nothing will be fucking over.”

“But you’re going —”

“I’m going nowhere, princess. Uncle brought his friend who happens to be Arsenal’s CEO to make sure I stay in London.”

“Arsenal. Wow.”

“I know. Jonathan is being manipulative until the very end.”

“No. I mean I’m happy for you… if you decide to stay in London, of course.”

“Fuck right I’m staying. I go wherever you go, princess.”