Deviant King (Royal Elite 1)

But then his lips claim mine.

When I open with a stunned gasp, he growls into my mouth and devours me. If the earlier kiss was head-turning, this one is animalistic and out of control. Aiden threads his fingers into my hair, tugging the strands loose, and brutalises my mouth.

The kiss is savage.

No.

It’s barbaric like he never kissed before.

Like he’s only discovering what it feels like to kiss.

It’s like he wasn’t kissing me earlier. Like he was holding back.

I’m in that phase where there’s no air and no other thoughts but him and his lips. His firm, yet soft lips.

His brutalising lips.

His body crashes into mine. All his hard lines mould into my soft curves. My hands find refuge on both his sides and I moan into his mouth.

Aiden breaks away, breathing harshly, and grunts against the corner of my mouth.

I had expected him to let go of his anger with the kiss, but it’s worse. His rage is a living, breathing being right now and he doesn’t even bother to mask it.

“If anyone dares to look at you, let alone touch what’s mine, I’ll fucking murder them. Is that clear?”

My lips part, unable to breathe properly, let alone speak.

“Is that clear?” He grits out.

“I’m not your thing, Aiden.” Damn him to the pits of hell. What does he think I am? An object?

He chuckles, the sound is dark and domineering. “Oh, but you are and if you still doubt it...” His lips graze my ear as he whispers in a dark tone, “I’ll fuck you so hard, so deep, you’ll be begging for me to never leave your tight pussy again.”

I clench my thighs at the image he painted inside my head. I try to chase it, but it won’t go away.

Am I defective? Wrong in the head?

Otherwise, how can I react so strongly to his crude words?

Aiden yanks down my jeans before I can form clear thoughts of what’s going on.

“Remove the T-Shirt,” he orders as my jeans reach my knees.

“Aiden…” It’s that breathy voice again.

The needy, damn voice I shouldn’t be using in front of Aiden.

“If I do it, I’ll rip the thing off.” His darkened gaze meets mine in a challenge for dominance or a challenge to make him do it. I don’t know.

A part of me is tempted to let him, but the other part just pulls the shirt over my head and throws it somewhere beside me. I’m lying in front of Aiden in my white bra and underwear.

I should be feeling embarrassed considering that he’s the first to see me this way, but I’m not.

If anything, I’m meeting his challenging gaze with one of my own.

Because he’s not done. He’ll never be done taking things from me. If I give him one, he takes ten.

His heated gaze travels up and down my half-naked body like whips of fire. I try to ignore it and fail miserably.