Cruel King (Royal Elite, #0)

by Rina Kent

There are two of those at Royal Elite School, also known as RES. According to Dad — sorry, Father — I’m to stay away from anything with the last name King. When I became Lord Henry Clifford’s ‘public’ daughter, he had two rules for me: You will not disgrace the Clifford surname. You will stay away from the King surname.

The moment I open the door, pale blue eyes peer into my soul. King. The same king I was warned to stay away from. He’s watching me with a smirk and a glint in his eyes as if he found his next prey. “Looks like a little lamb lost her way.”

I want to complicate her. Ruin her. Crush her innocence. Then watch it all burn. But again, that’s what I feel about most beautiful things. If my soul is black, why does the world need colours?

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

I don’t know what pissed me off more. The fact that she wasn’t there for me, or the fact that she was cheering another guy’s name right in front of me.

“What you saw isn’t what it seemed,” he says in a cool tone like we’re discussing the weather. "Sure thing. I definitely didn't see you getting your dick sucked by Nicole, King." “Don't call me that.” “Isn’t that what you demand everyone to call you, King?” “Not you.”

“Call it an obsession or foolishness or fucking madness,” he grunts, squeezing my throat. “But you keep your eyes on me.”