Deviant King (Royal Elite 1)

I stab my omelette and cut eye contact.

“Ah. So you like talking about me, but when the subject turns to little miss Frozen, it becomes a red line. Do you realise how double standard that is?”

“Stop twisting everything to fit you.”

“The answer is no.”

“Do you get off on it?”

“On what?”

“On being this infuriatingly in control.”

“Perhaps.”

My lips twist. “Has there ever been something out of your control before?”

“Twice.” He hums. “And you’re the third.”

I pause drinking from my orange juice, my voice slow. “How?”

“Be mine.”

I choke on my juice, droplets splattering from my nose and all over the table.

Aiden chuckles, offering me a napkin. “Jesus. I didn’t ask for your firstborn.”

“This is worse.” I stare at him as I wipe the mess on my face. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“Have I ever joked with you?”

“You know that my answer will be no, right?”

“No is a start, sweetheart.”

I gulp.

“Besides…” He places a hand on my thigh, his fingers trailing up. “Your mouth is a liar. I’m taking my answer from something that doesn’t lie.”

Chapter Fourteen

Aiden’s body pushes into mine.

It’s subtle as if he’s just leaning in to tell me a secret, but there’s nothing secretive about the way he’s gripping me.

In a fruitless attempt to get away from him, my back hits the wall. Aiden grabs both my wrists in a death grip against the cold wallpaper. He manoeuvres my legs so they’re lying on his hard thighs.

With this position, it’s impossible to fight him off. Every time I try to squirm free, he digs his fingers into my wrists until I wince in pain. Damn him and his brute strength.

I curse my stupidity for locking myself between him and the wall. Why the hell do I always find myself trapped with him?

He plants his large palm on my thigh in the small space between my skirt and my stockings. A wave of that strange awareness shoots down my spine. My skin heats and prickles with the tension crackling in the air.

My body’s reaction to him isn’t funny anymore. How the hell does he push those buttons?

“Aiden,” I hiss through my teeth.

“Hmm, sweetheart?” His intense eyes never leave my face as his fingers flex on my thigh, teasing, and threatening to go up.