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And no, it’s not because of disappointment.

“Do you feel your walls inviting me? Do you feel how fucking soaked you are for me?”

I shake my head frantically.

“Stop fighting what we have,” he growls at my ear. “Stop fighting us.”

Aiden increases his tempo. Shivers cover my skin, and it’s not because of the water. It’s due to the torturous slide of his cock. The way he has me at his mercy — or the lack thereof.

The moment he slaps my clit, I scream.

I don’t even know what’s come over me. I don’t know how in the ever-loving hell he made me come this fast.

The waves roll over me and I scream louder. Then, I recall we’re in school, and anyone could hear me. That’s supposed to kill the orgasm, but it’s the exact opposite.

A different type of wave slams into me. I bite my lower lip to contain the shriek.

Just like that time in my room, I’m about to die with self-mortification. I want to dig a grave and just bury myself alive.

Aiden continues pumping his cock up and down. His muscles turn rigid. I can’t help watching as his handsome features contort and he grunts. I feel his cum coating the inside of my thighs, and I close my eyes.

Not out of mortification. No.

It’s because the sensation is about to throw me over the edge again.

He releases my hands, letting them fall on either side of me. It takes everything in me not to wrap them around my midsection.

“There,” he whispers before biting down on my ear. “Good girl.”

“I hate you,” I murmur. “I hate you.”

“If you say that one more time, I’m going to fuck you in a more public place. I’ll make the entire world see how much you hate me while you’re bouncing on my cock and screaming my fucking name.”

My eyes fly open and I gasp through the sob. I know, I just know that Aiden’s threats aren’t empty ones.

The crazy psycho would do it.

“Now.” He drops a quick kiss on my mouth before he nibbles on my bottom lip with his teeth.

I stop breathing, expecting him to draw blood.

He’s not that vindictive, right?

Scratch that. He is.

Shit. I really should’ve thought of that before drawing his blood. Not once, but twice.

“Are you going to be mine?”

I want to cry.

God. I want to cry and smash his head to the ground at the same time.

For a few seconds, I remain silent, glaring up at him.

He tilts his head to the side, a slight smirk tilting his lips. The cut only makes it appear more monstrous. “The only way to stop me from going near Queens is if you’re mine.”

Screw him.


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