Deviant King (Royal Elite 1)

“Scream or fight and I’ll fuck you raw against the car until the entire neighbourhood learns my name. Understood?”

I swallow, nodding once.

He removes his hand from my mouth, but he pins me to the hood of the car with a strong hand around my nape.

“You’re using Kim against me,” I pant, my voice hoarse and raw. “Is it such a surprise that I’d decide to use your friend against you?”

“Hmm. Maybe I should get rid of all said friends.”

My ears ring at his dispassionate tone. He’s… serious. They’re not his friends in the way Kim is to me. If they pose any threats to his plans, they become disposable.

Absolutely nothing.

His complete disregard for human emotions is scary.

No. It’s terrifying.

What’s more horrifying is the fact that someone of his calibre has this sick fixation on me.

“You started those rumours about me.” Shut up. Shut up, don’t provoke him. No matter how much I reprimand myself, the words won’t stop spilling like venom from my throat. “It’s because of you I’m labelled a slut. It’s because of you no one approaches me.”

“And no one will.” He’s at my face, so close that we breathe each other’s air. “Do you know why, sweetheart?”

“Why?” I murmur.

“Because you were always mine. You just didn’t know it yet.”

He yanks my dress up and air slaps my bare thighs, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my skin. I clamp my eyes shut as he pulls my boy shorts down, leaving me naked and exposed to the rain and his merciless gaze.

“If you were going to take what you wanted anyway, why did you ask me to be yours? Was it a mindfuck? A play? Did it turn you on to see me hanging onto false hope, thinking I had a say in anything you do to me?” I choke on the words. My voice is so emotional, so angry, that I feel it crackling down like thunder with the raindrops.

“I told you. That was your chance to make the first move, but I was right. You don’t want nice. You want me to take your will, don’t you?”

“Get off me, you sick bastard.”

“You’re sick with me, sweetheart. You’re so wet, I can smell you in the fucking air.”

He thrusts a finger inside me and my ears heat with shame when he finds no resistance.

No pressure.

No nothing.

His finger finds refuge inside my tight walls as if that’s where it always belonged.

Like he had a claim on me since the very first time we met.

“Being dominated by me turns you on.” He thrusts another finger inside, causing me to whimper. “Being at my mercy makes you fucking soaked.”

I shake my head against the metal, but with his death grip on my neck, I barely move.

“You don’t have to admit it now, but you will…” He thrusts savagely into my pussy. “Eventually.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head and I clamp a hand on my mouth to stop a loud moan from coming out.

Aiden doesn’t stop. He pounds his fingers inside me hard and fast as if he’s fucking me with his cock. I arch off the hood with each merciless thrust.

I’m gasping, panting and mewling. The worst part is that I have