Twisted Kingdom (Royal Elite 3)
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He has a fiancé.
You are the other woman.
He slips two lean fingers under my boy shorts and rubs them over my folds.
“Hmm, you’re not wet.” His dark voice reaches my ears through my chanting. “Is this a challenge, Frozen? Do you want to bet how long it’ll take for me to make you wet?”
I continue staring at the invisible dot, silently repeating the mantra.
He doesn’t deserve my words. He doesn’t deserve anything.
Aiden circles my clit, slowly teasing the swollen nub. If I don’t focus on it, I’ll feel nothing.
Nothing at all.
“You’ll be wet,” he rumbles near my ear, the sound shooting straight to my core. “You’ll be soaking my dick when I fuck the defiance out of you.”
“Or you can rape me and use the blood as a lubricant.”
Aiden stops, his fingers freezing over my folds.
He leans back and watches me closely. Intently. Like a stone.
This time, I meet his gaze. I meet those cloudy, sinister eyes that sometimes seem like an endless void. A place where you go and never return.
I want him to see my expression. No idea what it looks like right now, but I hope it’s filled with anger and hate. I hope he sees he did this to us.
He broke us.
Broke me.
He told me he chose me, but he never did.
Not really.
His choice has always been a barbie doll with ‘Queens’ as her last name.
“You think I’d do that to you?” He enunciates his question, almost as if he’s angry.
“You’ve done worse. Being mentally and emotionally raped is worse than being physically raped.”
I mean it. If he shows me his worst, I’ll be able to hate him once and for all. I’ll stop dreaming about him and his touch and his damn freaking scent.
As if reading my mind, and deciding to go against it — as usual — Aiden releases my sex and my wrists. My arms drop on either side of me like lifeless body parts.
I don’t move from the door. Not even when he steps back further.
His face remains impassive, but when he speaks, his voice hits me like thunder in a winter night. “Well played, Elsa. Well fucking played.”
“Are you done?”
He smiles, but it’s neither mocking nor in triumph. It's a challenge at its purest form. “I just got started.”
“You can use my body all you like, but I’ll never forgive you, Aiden.”
“Then I won’t touch you.”
My eyes widen.