Cruel King (Royal Elite 0)

“No. I’ll wait until you

show it to me.”

A breath of relief heaves out of my lungs. Okay, we’re safe. But how the hell did he know I was painting him? More importantly…

“What makes you think it’s a nude?” I narrow my eyes.

He chuckles then, it’s deep and rough and fucking hot. I love it when he chuckles like that.

Unless it’s in front of other women. That, I don’t like.

“You only watch me when I’m sleeping naked. Besides, you’re blushing, princess.”

“I am not. It’s just the heat of the room.”

“The heat of the room, huh?”

“Oh, shut up.”

His laugh echoes after me as I storm in front of my canvas and flop down on the seat.

Despite his dick attitude, I won’t miss the chance of having him model for me. Besides, he’s right, I’ve been working a nude for him.

When I mentioned nudes to Levi a few months ago, he was surprisingly pro the idea as long as he’s the first and last and only nude I’ll ever draw.

Truth is, I’m not interested in other nudes. It takes a lot of intimacy to sketch someone in their initial form, uncovered and raw.

Since our days in Royal Elite School, I’ve been sketching Levi half-naked behind his back. The idea to make a nude portrait of his magnificent body has been running rampant in my head since then. So I thought; what’s better than to give him a nude sketch as a wedding gift?

I’ve been working on this for months, carefully adding one detail at a time. Having him entirely naked in front of me will save me a lot of energy and sneaking around.

I took so many photos of him, it’s stalker-level, but even then, I couldn’t get a few things right.

This is my golden opportunity.

I remove the cover and retrieve my charcoal. In no time, I’m in the zone, sketching along the ridges of his abs, the curve of his neck, the line of his collarbone.

Then I retouch some parts in his muscular arms and the veins in his hands. Those hands that carry me so effortlessly every time. The hands that grab my thighs under the table whenever we’re out, slowly going up and —

I shake my head inwardly.

Focus, Astrid.

I move down to the ridges of his stomach and to the V line leading down to his cock.

A spark of longing hits me out of nowhere. Hell, isn't he more erect than when I walked in?

Geez. It’s hard to be professional when all I want to do is put my mouth on him and let him fuck all the stress out of me.

“You’re blushing again, princess.” His gleaming eyes capture mine in a spell, potent and strong.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I grumble, my hand quivering.

“Like what?” He drawls.

“Like you want to… you know.”

“Fuck you? Make you scream with the force of your orgasm?”