Home > Cruel King (Royal Elite 0)(24)

Cruel King (Royal Elite 0)(24)
Author: Rina Kent

My heart pounds against my ribcage so hard, it nearly falls to my feet.

He keeps going and going and going.

I can’t believe I fell for his trick. He distracted me with the story about his mother just to have me drop my guard so he can destroy me in the worst way possible just like he always wanted.

My frantic gaze flickers between the black surrounding us, the pounding of the rain, and how he pushes the accelerator until we’re almost flying off the road.

I want to fight him. I want to be crazy and force the wheel out of his hand, but I’m frozen.

The night of my mum’s accident plays in the back of my head like an old, grainy film.

My eyes blur with unshed tears, recalling the exact moment the car flipped and I had to watch her lifeless form lying in a pool of blood.

The car comes to a screeching halt and I jump up, a sob tearing from my throat.

“Not a bad ride, huh, princess?”

My head snaps his way at the same time as my hand. I slap Levi so hard, my palm stings, and then I’m running in the darkness.

Rain soaks me immediately. My hair sticks to my cheeks, and water forms rivulets down my face and neck. My shoes sink in the mud, holding me down.

Strong hands surround my waist from behind and pull me off the ground until I’m suspended mid-air.

I thrash against his hold, fighting my tears. I’m thankful that the rain won’t make them too visible. “Leave me the hell alone! I told you I’m done playing your stupid games!”

His lips find my ear and he nibbles on the flesh before speaking in a low, shiver-inducing tone. “And I told you, I’m not, princess.”

The bubble of anger, rage, and betrayal roll into one and claw to spill free, but what’s the point if I can’t even fight him?

What’s the point if he keeps wrecking my peace like a vengeful hurricane?

“Why?” I scream at the top of my lungs, still clawing and kicking at him. “I was living just fine in my invisibility bubble, why did you have to make me visible?”

“I made you visible, huh?”

“You did! You screwed up everything.”

“You were never supposed to be invisible, princess,” he whispers the words in that rough voice of his.

My skin heats. Even the rain can’t erase the burn.

“Why did you bring me here? Are you planning to erase me?” I blurt. “I swear I’ll turn into one of those vengeful ghosts and haunt you for eternity.”

He chuckles, sending shivers along the shell of my ear. “You’ll haunt me, huh?”

“Duh. For eternity, mate. You can count on it.”

“I can count on it,” he repeats with amusement.

“If you hear doors squeaking and sounds in the hallways, that’d be me. If you see smoke in the mirror, that’d be me, too. Oh, and if you trip and fall in the game? Yup, totally me.”

He laughs, the sound echoing around us like a hymn. “That’s kind of like clinging, you know.”

“I’m game as long as it makes your life miserable.”

“Who says it will?” he murmurs the words straight against my earlobe. His breaths tickle the skin, but his lips never do.

The freaking tease.

I clear my throat. “So where are we? The cemetery? I’m warning you, my stepmother calls me a cat with nine lives. She does it behind my back of course because she has her snobbish image to keep and all that jazz. Don’t tell her I know. So anyway, it might take a bit of effort to finish me off.”

“Are you always a drama queen when nervous?”

“Nope. Only when I’m kidnapped to the middle of nowhere. You know, by a devil minion and all that.”

Still holding me, he spins us around so I’m facing a cottage-like house on the unkempt ground. The car’s lights highlight the antique, cosy architecture with the rain pounding down on it.

“Okay. I’ve got to admit it’s a nice hideout for a serial killer.”

“This is our Meet Up,” he says with amusement. “Usually, the team would be here if it weren’t game night.”

“Right. No serial killer activities, I guess.” I peek at him. “Why did you bring me here?”

“You asked about my father and I brought you to the best place to feel it.”

“Feel what?”

He drops me to my feet, and I slowly turn around.

In the middle of nowhere, under the pouring rain, Levi opens his arms wide and tilts his head back. Water soaks his gorgeous face, the hard tendons of his collarbone, and his Viking hair.

His white shirt becomes complete see-through, sticking to his muscles like a second skin.

And he’s smiling.

It’s not one of his cruel fake smiles. This one is genuine like he’s… happy?

The view grips me by the gut. My heart pumps so loud, it’s a miracle he’s not hearing it.

This posture. This same posture.

I’ve seen it somewhere.

But where?

“The rain,” Levi whispers, still closing his eyes. “My father taught me to feel the rain.”

 

 

19

 

 

Levi

 

 

You make me lose control and you’ll pay the price for it.

 

* * *

 

Watching Astrid in my space, my compound, stirs a strange part of me.

I lean back against the counter with a glass of vodka in hand as she sits on the sofa right opposite me.

Drying her hair with a towel, she watches our surroundings like a curious kitten.

Aiden and I have kept the place simple with just a few sofas, two poker tables, and a bar. In short: all the fun Jonathan won’t allow us at home.

While Astrid drinks in her environment, my gaze keeps flickering to the way her wet white shirt turned transparent. Her half-naked milky, full tits push against the fabric. They’d fit fucking perfectly in my palms while I —

“You own this?” she asks.

“Technically, Aiden does. In reality, I do.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“A lot doesn’t.” I'm still ogling her tits and their gentle bounce every time she moves her hand up and down.

“Like you and your cousin? You guys are weird.”

“How so?” I ask absentmindedly.

Astrid finally follows my field of vision and crosses an arm over her chest as a blush creeps up her neck. “Pervert.”

Fuck me.

I never thought I would ever enjoy seeing a girl blushing, but Astrid is the exception to all rules.

She’s her own rule.

I smirk at the way she glares at me, but even her anger is cute when it’s mixed with embarrassment.

The princess can fight whatever we have all she wants, but I already set my sights on her. She can run, but I’ll catch her every time.

Hell, I’ll enjoy every minute of the chase, too.

There will be no escaping the king’s grasps in his kingdom.

The moment I saw that sorry fuck touch her, I saw black. The kind of black that Jonathan has been doing everything in his might to erase from my life.

But then, the most fascinating thing happened.

Astrid stood up to Jerry and put him in his place with such eloquence and strength that it turned me speechless. The pitch-black mood dissipated without me having to put any effort to stop it.

Hot Books
» House of Earth and Blood (Crescent City #1)
» A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire
» From Blood and Ash (Blood And Ash #1)
» A Million Kisses in Your Lifetime
» Deviant King (Royal Elite #1)
» Den of Vipers
» House of Sky and Breath (Crescent City #2)
» The Queen of Nothing (The Folk of the Air #
» Sweet Temptation
» The Sweetest Oblivion (Made #1)
» Chasing Cassandra (The Ravenels #6)
» Wreck & Ruin
» Steel Princess (Royal Elite #2)
» Twisted Hate (Twisted #3)
» The Play (Briar U Book 3)