Ruthless Empire (Royal Elite, #6)

by Rina Kent

“Because I have.” He pushes his hips into me and an unmistakable bulge settles against my arse cheeks. He’s hard. Cole is hard for me. “Ever since you fell apart around my fingers, I’ve been fantasising about taking you in every fucking position.”

“Stop right there, Cole.” I’m so glad my voice doesn’t shake. “Why? Because you don’t want people to know you have the hots for your stepbrother?” “I do not.” My words fracture at the end and I hate him. I hate him so much. “I have Aiden,” I challenge and then immediately regret it when the green of his eyes darkens to a frightening bottomless colour. “Fuck him.” “I-I hate you.” “Doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you.” “You hate me.” “I still don’t find the reason why that should get in the way.” “Our parents are married.” “So what?” “We’re siblings to everyone!” I cry out, no idea if it’s at myself or him, because

He stops a small distance away and stares down at me. “So fucking what?” My vision blurs as I peek up at him with the last pleading look I can manage. “W-we can’t do this.” “And yet, you want to.” “W-what?” His voice drops. “I can smell your arousal, Butterfly.”

“Do you think if you deny it, you’ll get away with wanting it? Is that it, Butterfly?”

You look beautiful today, like a rose finally deflowered. Happy eighteenth birthday. You’re a woman now. My doll. My masterpiece. Now, she’ll never get away from me.

He watched me. He saw me do it with Cole. What if he tells Papa, or worse, the media? That would screw up everything. Everything.

Since the start of the year, Aiden has been obsessed with her. Okay, maybe his obsession started two years ago when she first came into RES. However, he never acted on it. He just watched from afar like a psycho.

Aiden is one of my cards against Cole. Scratch that. He’s my only card against Cole.

I’m about to go and break them off when a sinister presence appears by my side. Cole smirks down at me as he clutches his books. He’s been in an awfully good mood since yesterday. “I could’ve driven you to school, Butterfly. You know, with how you sprained your ankle and all.”

I focus back on Aiden and Elsa. She’s telling him something, or rather, yelling something at him, but he only smirks like the bastard he is. Cole is right. It won’t be long before Aiden dumps me for her. I hate it when Cole is right.

Observation is the source of all evil. If you fail at it, you’re screwed. If you’re the subject of it, you’re also screwed.

Most are headed forward, not caring about the opportunities or the chances they miss. If they would just throw a look sideways, if they’d stop to watch, their lives could dramatically change.

He’s been hung up on her since we were six or something, but then one day, he decided he should hate her. I figured out his reason some time ago, and I still think it’s dumb.

Xander doesn’t share my philosophy, so instead of acting on his feelings, he keeps getting in her vicinity, begging for a look from her or some proof that she hasn’t forgotten about him. But when she does give him validation, he pretends she’s the rock in his shoe. He’s pathetic.

There. The reaction I needed. “Relax. I was only saying she’s good.” “Don’t say she’s good, don’t even watch her being good, speak to her, or about her. Deal? Deal.”

“The fun is over. End it,” I say with a calm I don’t feel. That’s the thing about plotting chaos. You feel it, but you don’t show it — it’s the most lethal type to ever exist. “Why would I?” Aiden flings the towel over his shoulder. “Because she’s mine now.” My throat closes around the word. Mine. How long have I waited to say that out loud? Years. Fucking years.

The fucker must’ve been offered something that serves him in some way. I slam the lid of the bottle shut. “Are you sure you want to play this game with me? This time I will crush you.” “Is that a promise?” “This is your only warning, King. I will not play fair.”

“Are you telling me you were all this time?” “Your choice.” “Show me your worst, Nash.”

Her bed is made, but she’s not here. The sound of running water comes from the bathroom. My cock hardens at the thought of her naked and wet.

Today was Papa’s wedding and my eighteenth birthday. Mum cried and I felt so guilty for liking Helen when Mum clearly doesn’t. Cole took my virginity today. He just took it and it was so dirty. Remember when I said I hate Cole? Well, I don’t only hate him.

I despise him. I wish he would disappear from my life.

Cole stands right behind me. He’s close enough that I smell his scent, spice and his lime gum. Close enough that I get trapped in his warmth. Close enough that he’s drenched, his silky hair becoming soaked and sticking to his forehead. Close enough that streams of water drip down his pectoral muscles and down, down —

“No, huh? I’ll change your mind one day.” He licks the lobe of my ear, murmuring in hot words, “Now, how about I finish the show you started?” “I didn’t start any show.” I’m surprised I can speak with the stimuli shooting rampant all over my body.

He pushes his hard cock into the crack of my arse and I clench, biting my lower lip. “It seemed like you wanted it earlier when you were watching my dick and fucking yourself.”

Cole isn’t someone I should let do this to me. I only want him because I can’t have him, because if anyone found out about what we’re doing behind closed doors, they would shun us.

Why? Are you scared they’ll find out you like being fucked by your stepbrother? That you were fucked against this same table when anyone could’ve walked in and witnessed you losing your virginity?

Silver has someone who wants her chaos. Just like me.