Cruel King (Royal Elite 0)

With a deep breath, I attempt to dissipate the tension in the air. “Levi. This is Zachariah, he’s —”

Words die into my throat when Levi slams his lips against mine.

We’ve had wild kisses before — they’re all we’ve had, actually — but this is different. His teeth clash against mine and it’s like he’s sucking the life out of me.

Claiming me.

Punishing me.

The roughness of his mouth turns my head dizzy. I’m like a marionette in his steel-like arms, unable to breathe or forge a path out.

I push at his chest, but it’s like he doesn’t feel my grip.

He doesn’t feel anything.

When he finally lets me go, I’m breathing so heavily, I’m afraid my heart will pop out of its cavity.

Levi pulls me to his side with a steel-hold on my waist despite my protests.

I’m tempted to slap him for kissing me in public like that.

Lots of kids from our school come here. If anyone finds out, my alre

ady sour reputation will only get worse.

He promised to keep it under wraps. He freaking promised.

The clearing of a throat brings my attention back to Zach who had front row seats to the entire show. Aiden stands not far, watching us with an indifferent expression.

My cheeks flame at the thought of Zach watching me being kissed savagely by Levi. That’s definitely not the image I want to give to him.

I bow my head, unable to look at him. “I… umm… Zach, this is…”

“Levi King and she’s mine.” He says the words with a coolness that negates his death grip around my waist. “Keep your fucking hands off her.”

Before Zach or I can say anything, Levi drags me out of the bowling centre as if I’m a rag doll. I’m too stunned to react or say anything. I can barely keep up with his wide strides, let alone form any words.

Once we’re in the car park, I come back to my senses and fight him off, but his hold tightens around my waist until it’s painful.

I wince. “You had no right to do that.”

He yanks me around until my back hits the side of his jaguar. It’s the first time I get a closer look into his eyes since the show he put on inside.

They’re still black with not an ounce of the peaceful blue.

He’s like a storm waiting to erupt.

“No right?” He repeats, pushing into me with his entire body until I’m covered with his scent and the hardness of his chest. “So he had a right to put his hands on you?”

“He?” I’m confused.

“That bastard inside.”

“Are you freaking kidding me? Zach is like my eldest brother.”

“One who wants to fuck you.” His words are deadly calm.

My lips part. “Are you insane?”