Reign of a King (Kingdom Duet, #1)

by Rina Kent

Since then, I’ve built my kingdom with merciless methods and brought justice to its knees right in front of me. That’s where everyone who defies me belongs. On their fucking knees.

Jonathan has a presence that creeps up on you out of the blue and soon enough, it takes over everything in your surroundings. It’s the bombing from an aeroplane. The sound of thunder. The eruption of a volcano.

However, having Jonathan King as an opponent is the last thing I want. There’s being brave and then there’s being downright foolish.

Another thing about Lay? She doesn’t like hugs or being touched in general, but she puts up with me. “Thank you,” I say, pulling away. “You’re my ride or die.” “That was your hug for the week.” She waves on her way to the door. “Suck my dick, Lay.” “You don’t have one.” She throws over her shoulder, laughing.

Jonathan is a dangerous man, if not the most fatal of all. Only, his weapons aren’t knives or guns. It’s his ability to strip you bare with the sheer power he’s spent years cultivating and magnifying to impossible heights.

“It’s as simple as it sounds. In exchange for transferring full ownership of the stocks, I want you to pay for them by becoming mine.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel flattered or something?” “It’s not my purpose, but if you are, by all means.”

The fact that I’m cornered doesn’t mean I'll bow down or drop to my knees.

He was born a king — literally. I was born to become invisible. And I succeeded at it for eleven years. Until he ruined everything.

“All I know is that I want to get on with it instead of wasting time on food and nonsense.” “If you don’t watch that mouth, I’ll fuck it right here, right now.”

“Now eat.” He fixes me with a blank stare as if he didn’t just spout those earlier words. “Or would you rather I fill your mouth with something else?”

I grit my teeth. “I’m not your toy.” “Oh, but you are, wild one.”

“I don’t care what you do to my body, Jonathan. This thing has been dead for eleven years.”

“Pain.” His strong voice echoes around my dizzy head like a sinister, dark promise. “That’s what you need, Aurora. Lucky for you, I have plenty to give.”

Aurora Harper is nothing as she seems, and I’ll take my sweet time breaking her apart and peering inside that well-strapped armour.

She might share Alicia’s physical appearance, but she’s nothing like her sister. Aurora is a fire where Alicia was earth. Deep and silent and everyone could step on her. Aurora would burn anyone before they even attempted to.

Damn him. How come no one’s attempted to kill this man before? It’s been less than a week since I’ve been caught in his orbit and I already have the urge to strangle the life out of him.

“How about you? Aren’t you going to eat?” “Who said I’m not? I’m having you for dinner.”

A whimper tears out of her as she nuzzles her nose into my jacket. “Alicia…” “She’s not here, but I am. I’ll always be here, wild one.”

Woah. I didn’t know he could smile, let alone do it so lethally. That smile could kill. It’s not only the beauty in it. No. It’s the sheer promise it carries.

“You’re now the property of Jonathan King, wild one.” “I’m no one’s property.” He narrows one of his eyes. “If you have nothing useful to say, shut that mouth.”

“As much as you say you hate me, your body unravels around me, Aurora. This body is my fucking property.”

“The only reason you haven’t been owned before is because I hadn’t come along yet.”

I probably need to call in sick or something. Jonathan broke me with his cock. I knew that thing wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near me.

People normally say good morning, but Jonathan reminds you of how you breached his rules. The man is such a charmer. And I mean that in the most sarcastic way possible.

“You’re mine, so act like it, mean it, fucking breathe it if you have to. You do not get to defy me in public again. Do you understand?”

“My name is the only name you’re allowed to moan. The only name you’re allowed to think about or even dream of.”

“Also, you might want to freshen up. I don’t mind dragging you outside looking like this, but you might.” “What are you talking about?” “You look thoroughly fucked, wild one.”

Aurora or Clarissa or whatever name she goes with is now fucking mine. Literally. Figuratively. In every sense of the word.

His page isn’t half-written or blank. It’s simply encrypted, and no one has dared to crack the code due to the wires surrounding it.

“Fuck. Your mouth was made for me, wild one. Only me. You’re not allowed to open these lips for anyone else, is that understood?”

“A business owner, a karate belt, and now a waitress. Is there anything you can’t do?” “Strangling billionaires. But I’m thinking about adding that to my resume.”

“You’ll stop doing that. Effective immediately.” “Doing what?” “The red lipstick. Coming here the entire time. Noticing that he grew muscles. All of it. Be a stranger.” He’s jealous. Ha. Jonathan King is jealous. That’s not something I thought I would ever witness in this lifetime.

“So beautiful,” I breathe out, throwing my head back to enjoy the view. “Indeed.” My gaze slides back to Jonathan to find his entire attention on me, not the sky. Me. My cheeks heat as if I’m a teenager with a crush. Jeez.

Aurora is always thinking about ways to outsmart me and get what she wants. I indulge her and even let her win sometimes. I know. I, Jonathan King, who makes sure to crush anyone who goes against him, is letting someone win.

It doesn’t help that she screams for more, or that her body unravels around me like she was always meant to be mine. She was. She is.

Truth is, I love kissing Aurora. She comes undone when my lips ravage hers. She melts against me and lets me do whatever I please.