Deviant King (Royal Elite 1)

It reminds me of… home.

Not my home with Aunt and Uncle, but my actual home in Birmingham.

That’s such a disturbing thought.

I don’t remember home and I don’t want to.

My attention drifts back to Aiden who’s been watching me intently.

Since the beginning of this year, he’s been having this slight draw in his thick brows. It’s like he’s cracking a mathematical problem or a cyber code.

The brief show of humanity disappears and the poker face takes over.

It’s then I realise that I’ve been holding him like a vice.

Worse. We’re alone in a room and he’s blocking the only exit.

I attempt to scramble down his body, but his lethal hold tightens around my midsection.

“Ow. That hurts!” I push at his chest.

“Then stay still.”

“Ugh. Let me go, Aiden!”

“Why? You came here for me, didn’t you?”

The arrogance of this bastard. “You wish, arsehole.”

“Then who did

you come for, hmm?” His eyes spark, and it pisses me off.

He pisses me off.

And apparently, I’m vindictive as hell because I give him a taunting smile. “Who do you think? I came for my boyfriend Xander.”

His eyes darken, but he smiles in a chilling, horror film kind of way. “Repeat that.”

I gulp, and the sound crackles in the burning tension in the air.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. I dare you to say that again.”

I shouldn’t.

Considering the murderous energy swirling around him, I should cut my losses short and shut up.

I must be out of my mind because I say, “My boyfriend Xander. He must be looking —”

It happens so fast, I barely register it.

Aiden throws me on the bed and crawls atop of me. My breath hitches when I make out the crazed look in his eyes. It’s as if someone turned the switch on.

I turned the switch on.

I lie beneath his looming body. His shoulders strain against the cloth of his T-shirt and he’s breathing heavily as if he’s coming down from a run.

I clench my thighs together not wanting him to see the overwhelming affect he has on me.