Cruel King (Royal Elite 0)

“I did, didn’t I?” My cheeks heat, remembering how much I screamed in the shower when he disappeared between my legs.

“Sure did.” He taps my nose. “You’re fucking adorable when you blush.”

I swat his hand away. “I don’t need to break rules to live in the moment.”

“When was the last time you skipped?”

“Yesterday, remember?”

“That doesn’t count. You didn’t have a choice. Today, you do.”

“And if I do skip, what’s the plan?”

He shakes his head with disapproval. “Plans defy the whole point of skipping. We’ll just wing it.”

“Wing it?”

“Since it’s rainy, we’ll stay inside and do indoor things.”

“Things like what?”

“Like fucking your brains out, princess.”

My cheeks turn into a fire pit and a tingle draws up my spine at the promise.

Jeez. I’ve only discovered this part of myself last night and I already can’t get enough. Have I turned into a nympho or something?

“That is if you aren’t too sore?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m not.” I am. But I won’t let that ruin my fun.

Ha. I’m starting to think like Levi.

A night with the devil and I’m already thinking like him.

“How do you like your eggs?” he disappears underneath the counter as the sound of pans and clanking fills the space.

“You know how to cook?” I ask.

“I learnt a trick or two from spending time here.”

“You don’t live with Aiden and your uncle?”

“I do, but I don’t call that house my home.” He reappears with a pan and utensils and heads to the stove.

“I also don’t feel like Dad’s house is my home sometimes.”

He tilts his head. “Sometimes?”

“I don’t know how to explain it, but at times, it does feel like home.” When only Dad is there. When I don’t see Victoria and Nicole’s faces or hear their taunts. When I help Sarah out in the kitchen like I used to do with Mum.

When Dad comes to wish me goodnight.

I hop down my stool and join Levi behind the counter.

One. The view from here is more gorgeous.

Two. I want to help.