Twisted Kingdom (Royal Elite 3)

A slight smile crosses Ethan’s face before it disappears. “You’re more like him than you know and for that reason alone, I don’t trust you with my daughter.”

I’m about to tell him that his opinion doesn’t matter, but he cuts me off. “Besides, our families are clashing right now, and everyone has taken a side.”

“I couldn’t care less about families clashing. I’ve already taken a side and it’s Elsa’s.”

Her electric blue eyes bore into mine, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red. Her plump lips fall open. Those soft, soft lips. I’m on the edge of my seat, contemplating walking there and kissing the living fuck out of her, devour those lips, rip them in my mouth against my tongue.

I’m so hard, I can feel the pulsing of my dick.

Ethan clears his throat, cutting off my cock’s fantasies. “Jonathan will do everything to stop you.”

I shift sideways to relieve pressure on my hard-on. Not that it works. See, my cock is a fucking traitor. He doesn’t listen to me when Elsa is around. Not to mention he’s been deprived of her warmth for a long time, so now it’s his time to shine and be a dick — literally.

Thankfully, Ethan’s table prevents him from seeing my junk. Otherwise, he would’ve thrown me out of here about yesterday.

Elsa, however, sees it in all erotic details. Those blues widen even more.

‘It’s your fault,’ I tell her with my gaze. ‘If I fucked you earlier, none of this would be happening.’

Who am I kidding?

Beside being a traitor, my dick is an attention whore. Whenever Elsa’s in sight, he points at her as if saying, ‘Notice me. Suck me. Let me fuck you.’

Yeah, he kind of has a limited vocabulary.

Now, where were we? Right. Ethan and Jonathan. Tale as old as time and as boring, too.

“Let me worry about Jonatha

n.” I pause. “Maybe if you didn’t kidnap me ten years ago, none of this would have happened.”

“Aiden…” Elsa starts to scold me then decides against it and shakes her head.

Ethan interlaces his fingers. “Maybe if Jonathan didn’t burn dozens of people, none of this wouldn’t have happened either.”

I thought he would fall for the guilt, but he’s not like Elsa. He’s the tenacious type who can bury the past because, for him, the future is more important.

His phone rings, and he checks it. Standing up, he motions at the device. “I have to take this.”

As soon as the door closes behind him, Elsa jumps up and starts pacing. “I should’ve thought of this. I shouldn’t have let you give me a ride. What if he’s mad at me? What if he won’t forgive me?”

My head tilts to the side, watching her flushed cheeks and how her uniform’s skirt rides up her pale thighs every time she moves.

All my attempts to keep my cock down fail.

I’m rock fucking hard imagining that skirt off as I plunge in and out of her warmth for weeks.

No. Not weeks.

Months.

I contemplate bending her over the desk and fucking her raw from behind.

It’d be worth it even if her father walks in on us and murders me. After all, don’t they say to find something you love and let it kill you?

“Aiden.”

“Hmm, sweetheart?”