Deviant King (Royal Elite 1)

“You hold a grudge, don’t you?” I take his hand.

“Me? Never.”

“Try again, Captain.”

He chuckles and so do I. The sound drifts in the secluded area around us. If I knew Cole would be such a good sport, I would’ve befriended him earlier.

Or not.

Cole belongs to Aiden’s small circle and I never looked twice at them before.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Aiden stands near the brick wall I was leaning against earlier, arms crossed over his chest.

My heart skips a beat, no matter how much I hate it.

But that’s the thing about hearts, isn’t it? They can’t help beating despite the pain.

I look around him, expecting to find Silver hanging off his arm like some puppet.

She’s not here.

Aiden’s eyes narrow on where I’m clutching Cole’s hand. If looks could kill, we would be on fire now.

I should let Cole go and ignore Aiden, but screw him. He had the bitch queen hang off his arm all day. What right does he have to glare at me as if I’m doing the wrong thing?

“Yes, you are, actually,” I say in a light tone. “Cole and I were having a good time until you showed up.”

Cole raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t say anything. In fact, his lips quirk in amusement.

“Let her go, Nash,” Aiden grinds out, his breathing turning harsher.

I grip Cole’s hand tighter. He doesn’t attempt to leave, either way.

“Elsa…” Aiden’s voice drifts in clear menace. “Let go of that hand or — ”

“Or what? What will you do now? Make me watch while you fuck Silver?” Shut up, damn you. I’m giving him ideas.

Before he can reply, I lift my chin in false bravado. “I can do the same if you’re into voyeurism.”

Aiden is in my face in a split second. I flinch back as my heartbeat picks up speed. Aiden looms over me like doom and glares down at me with flaring nostrils that might as well breathe fire.

In my stupefaction, I don’t even realise that Cole has slipped his hand from mine.

“Don’t be late for practice, King. You need to make up for your mess last game.” Cole offers me a warm smile and disappears around the corner.

Aiden advances into me. I try to keep my ground, but it’s impossible with all the demons swirling in his eyes.

I gulp past the lump in my throat. With every step he takes forward, I step back.

My shoulder blades hit the tree, and I wince.

Aiden leans his forearm on the tree above my head, caging me in. “Are you done playing, sweetheart?”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Done playing?