Deviant King (Royal Elite 1)
“She threatens you.”
“What?”
“It’s subconscious, but I noticed that she’s the only one you glare at. Even when she doesn’t get in your way.”
“Wow. I’m really speechless. You never play fair, do you?”
“Oh, but I did. I gave you the choice that you were itching for. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t have left your side.”
The heavy weight that’s been perching on my chest since Saturday eases like a silent wave.
I’m still angry as hell at him, but he was giving me what I wanted – even if his method sucks.
“If you sent me a text or called me over the weekend, I wouldn’t have resorted to this method.” Aiden continues, not appearing the least bit apologetic. If anything, his left eye twitches as if he’s pissed off. “You know patience was never my thing.”
“What would have you done next with Silver? Date her? Kiss her? Fuck her? Maybe in the opposite order.”
“Silver means fuck to me and she knows it.” He lets go of my arm to palm both my cheeks. “You’re the one who keeps me up all night.”
“Screw you, Aiden.” My words are muffled when his lips brush against mine.
A lump clogs my throat and a moan fights to escape. I fight back tears but this time it’s for an entirely different reason.
It’s like my heart has resurrected after being stabbed to death.
It’s scary how Aiden controls my mood. I lost my body and my better judgement to him, and now my happiness seems to be controlled by him, too.
“If you go near Silver again, it’s over, Aiden,” I whisper near his mouth.
That earns me a glare. Aiden dislikes being threatened, but I need to draw the line there. It’s not really about jealousy or possessiveness — although part of it is true. But mostly, it’s about my self worth. As much as I hate to admit it, Silver threatens me and I’ll never allow him to make me feel like I did this morning.
“Don’t say the word ‘over’ when we didn’t even start.”
“Then don’t go near Silver. I mean it, Aiden. I’ll never forgive cheating.”
“I like your possessiveness, sweetheart.” He places a teasing kiss on the corner of my mouth. “But will you be able to get over me?”
“I’d rather break my heart in pieces and step on the remains than be with you.”
He pulls back enough to study my face with an indecipherable expression. “Noted.”
“I want to trust you. I really do. But until then, I can’t be in a relationship with you.”
He narrows his eyes, but quickly lets it go. “I’ll prove that you can trust me.”
“You can trust me, too. I’ll never cheat on you.”
His expression darkens as if the mere word offends him. “I know you won’t.”
“What will you do if I somehow cheat?” I’m treading into a dangerous territory, but curiosity gets the better of me.
“Kill the bastard.” No hesitation.
“How about me?”
He cups my jaw with false tenderness. “That’s the difference between you and me, sweetheart. You’d leave me in a heartbeat if I cheat, but I’ll never leave you even if you cheat.”
It’s a hypothetical situation, but it strikes a chord within me. I feel an overwhelming need to kiss him. Devour him. Just pluck him away and hide him from the world where I’m the only one who can look at him, touch him, and talk to him.