Twisted Kingdom (Royal Elite, #3)

by Rina Kent

“Does it pain you to hear this?” He wipes the tear under my eye with the pad of his thumb. “I can stop if you like.” “You don’t have to,”

“I will if you kiss me and make it better.”

A tremor shoots through me. Did he do all that just so I would kiss him? No. Aiden can be an unemotional monster, but I know that Alicia’s dea...

“No?” He lifts a shoulder. “Worth a try.”

I grab his cheeks and slam my lips to his. Aiden is stunned for a moment, but I don’t stop. I nibble and bite on his lower lip like a madwoman. I want to kiss it and make it better. No. I want to kiss it and make it go the fuck away. This shadow that haunted our lives for ten years needs to fucking go.

The intensity of his passion ignites and we burn in a perfectly imperfect harmony. For a moment, it’s only him and I in this atrocious world. A world that turned him into a monster and robbed me of my life.

For a moment, he’s the most important person in the world. I want to engrave myself under his skin so nothing can separate us again. I want to be one with him. The thought of living apart destroys me like nothing else. The thought is torture like being held underwater. I’ve been drowning and I’m finally coming up for air.

Aiden doesn’t allow me to leave his orbit. It’s like I’m the c...

He rests his forehead against mine. The tips of his fingers stroke my cheek, the curve of my lip, the hollow of my neck, the line of my collarbone. It’s everywhere, his touc...

“There hasn’t been a day where I haven’t thought about you. Every time I manage to sleep, I dream of you. You were my obsession since we were kids, but now it’s way fucking worse. I don’t know how I managed to spend eight years without you in my life when now I suffocate if I don’t see you for hours.” My eyes fill with tears. “Aiden…” “Choose me, Elsa. Choose us.”

I watch his rigid back with frustration bubbling in my veins. I was seconds away from melting into his arms, but he had to ruin it by reverting back to his dickhead ways.

“What are you being so mad about?” No answer. “So it’s the silent treatment now?” “Go inside before I kidnap and fuck you into oblivion.”

While Ethan and Jonathan are two facets of the same coin, there’s one difference. Ethan looks at Elsa like she’s his world. He’s doing everything to protect her and her legacy. Jonathan doesn’t. His world has turned bleak and sharp since Alicia’s death. Everything he cares about is revenge and power. I doubt he’d bat an eye if either Levi or I fall in the process.

“My intentions towards your daughter are simple,” I say with the calmest, most determined voice I can manage. “She’s mine.”

“Aiden!” she hisses. I lift a shoulder. I won’t lie to Ethan. Not about this. He needs to know that I’ll fight for her. I’m ready to fight him, Jonathan, and the entire fucking world.

Hell. I’m ready to fight her if she doesn’t snap out of her stubbornness. It used to be adorab...

The twitch in her nose when she’s stressed out is too cute for words. Now, I’m itching to touch that nose, kiss it, lick it.

“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.”

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.

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,

“Aiden.” “Hmm, sweetheart?” Her cheeks are bright red as she hisses, “You’re hard!” I’m sure she can see the lust in my eyes. Am I apologetic about it? Do I care? No and no. I smirk. “And that’s a problem because?” “You’re not supposed to be thinking about that in such a situation.” “That?” “You know.” She throws her hands in the air for good measure. “You mean fucking you?” She slaps a hand over my mouth and watches her surroundings like she’s a spy. “We’re in Dad’s office.” I kiss her palm.

I love creeping under her skin. I love being the only one who gets to break the ice and slip inside her castle. She might close the door, she might build forts, but I’ll always conquer.

An idea springs to mind to calm her agitation. If it were up to me, I would fuck her, but I doubt that’s the best way to occupy her head in such a situation. So I move on to the next best thing.

Since the white pieces are in front of me, I push a pawn forward, blocking the knight she’s clutching between her fingers. Elsa raises her head in questioning.

“Didn’t you say you play? Show me what you got, sweetheart.” A spark of challenge ...

That look. That spark. That stubbornness. They’re the reason why E...

While I move a few pawns, Elsa uses her entire battalion. She’s an all-in type of player. I like that. A lot.

I bring out my queen, and she smirks with sadism. Elsa just gave me a sadistic smirk. “Finally, dickhead.”

Her entire body language is sharp and concentrated. Fuck. She’s been slowly but surely transforming into a fighter. The challenge shines from her eyes in waves.

Why haven’t I played chess with her before? This is nearly as erotic as fucking her. The power in her body, the boldness in her moves, and the melting of her defiance. Her mind clashing with mine i...

“You’re keeping your queen hidden, too, sweetheart. Don’t think I didn’t notice.” She grins, all mischievous and fucking beautiful. “If you’re far from...

Sun Tzu. She’s quoting her favourite book, The Art of War, and yes, I re-read it after she mentioned it’s her favourite book, just so I could imagine reading it from her perspective. Am I too far gone for this girl? Yes, probably.

that is single handedly the hottest thing i have ever read.

eyes sparkling and glinting like Christmas lights — and I don’t even like Christmas.

Ethan and Jonathan are at war to snatch a partnership with the Rhodes. In the end, one of them will lose. When that day comes, neither Elsa nor I will ever be the same.

Once I’m done with him, he’ll wish he never looked in Elsa’s direction, let alone touch her. He threatened her life, and for that, his existence will be a payment. Tit for tat and all that.

“She’s mine, Jonathan. Mine.” I throw the hair towel away and walk to stand toe to toe with him. “Once you accept that fact, I’ll accept to be your heir. Until then, you’re my enemy.”

“Elsa isn’t the reason.” “Her father is.” “And so are you.” He pauses for a second, his jaw ticking. “What did you just say?” “You heard me,”

“You burnt that factory down, knowing Ethan would retaliate by harming your most precious things. But you know what? That’s not why Alicia died. She died because she was trapped in this world when her soul lived elsewhere. All she needed was you and me to root her here. You knew her needs, but you barely spared her your time. Your hunger for power and your ambition came first, and we were an afterthought.”

“Alicia never needed the power or the name, she needed you and you let her down. You killed her slowly, Jonathan. So excuse me if I don’t believe in your useless revenge plot. You should’ve protected her while she was alive.” I brush past him to grab my clothes. “I won’t repeat your mistake.”

“Let’s leave Adam some hope.” “Why?” “I want him to think he’s safe before we destroy him all over again.” I smirk. I like that idea. “Deal.

And Nash?” “Yes?” “It’s over with Queens, you petty, little bitch.” “Fuck you.” I smile while hanging up.

He seems completely detached from his surroundings. I know better. It’s a façade. Cole is more attuned to his environment than anyone else. He just hides it well.

“Aiden?” My voice echoes in the large space. “In here, sweetheart.”

He’s broader and buffer than Aiden, but for some reason, Aiden is the one who appears more powerful. All godlike and invincible.

But right now, as he grips Adam, after he kicked him out of the school for hurting me, I can’t help but think of him as a hero. Just this once.

“I’m sorry,” Adam spits. “No, no.” Aiden tsks. “Repeat it and mean it this time.” “I don’t care about his apology,” I say. “He’s nothing.” “That’s true.” Aiden’s lips curve into a smile. “But he still needs to apologise. You can do it standing or on your knees, Herran. Your choice.”

Adam’s red-rimmed eyes meet mine, but they’re filled with maliciousness more than anything else. The bastard doesn’t ...

“Apology denied.” I glare at him. “I hope you rot...

A sadistic spark ignites in Aiden’s eyes. It’s as if he summoned his demons and they’re now taking reign of the situation. Or maybe I summoned them. After all, he’s doing this for ...