Twisted Kingdom: Royal Elite Book Three

by Kent, Rina

  “Say what?”

  “That you’re mine.”

  “I’m yours, Aiden.” The words leave me in a hushed murmur like I’m divulging my deepest, darkest secrets.

  Because that’s the truth, isn’t it? Admitting to be so wholeheartedly his is both liberating and scary, but I’m ready to take that step.

  I’m ready for everything with him.

  Aiden curls his fingers inside me, bringing me pleasure but also touching my soul and making a permanent place for himself.

  “There hasn’t been a day where you weren’t fucking mine, Elsa. You’ve been mine since that first day you walked in here. ”

  “Yes, yes.”

  His lips find my ear and he whispers in husky words. “And I’ve been yours.”

  My chest vibrates with the sparks and explosions going off all at once. Those words are my undoing. I might’ve had some sanity before, but now it’s poof. Gone.

  My lips find his and kiss him with abandon. I kiss him until my lungs burn, demanding breath. I kiss him until my air is saturated with his scent.

  Aiden removes his fingers, and my walls clench with the need to keep him there. Before I can protest, he manoeuvres me so I’m sitting on his lap and slides his cock inside me in one ruthless thrust.

  I cry out, holding on to his shoulder for balance. If my nails were any longer, I would’ve scraped his back.

  He fucks me like never before. His rhythm goes from slow, lazy strokes that touch my damn soul to fast, ruthless thrusts that make me bounce off his lap. With every rock of his hips, I’m thrown into a delirious state of pleasure, rough and consuming.

  My space is filled with him. His scent. His strength. His intense gaze.

  My muscles tighten around him with the force of my build-up.

  “Fuck, sweetheart.” He curses without slowing his fast pace. “Your tight pussy is strangling my dick.”

  How does he do that? How does he stimulate my body even more with his dirty words? Sweat covers my brows as I grind against him, trying to match his pace.

  “Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?” He nibbles on my shoulder and neck, most likely leaving hickeys. “Are you going to clench all around my cock?”

  I nod several times as the pleasure mounts to heights I can’t control.

  I cry out at the violent waves hitting me. It’s a madness, I’m sure of it now. Just like I’m sure that I don’t want it to end. My fingers stroke his brow as I ride the high. I run my fingertips over that small mole at the corner of his eye, needing to engrave it and this moment to memory.

  Aiden slides a finger into my wet folds, coating it with my arousal, then trails it to the crack of my arse.

  It could be because I’m in the middle of an orgasm, but the moment he thrusts his finger inside my back hole, I scream louder, tightening around his dick like never before.

  Oh, God.

  What is happening to me?

  Aiden doesn’t stop. As his finger stretches my virgin hole, his cock thrusts deeper and harder. I can almost feel the thin wall between his finger and his cock as he fills me from both ends.

  I hold on to his shoulders while he picks up his rhythm. He angles me forward so his cock brushes against my clit with each of his thrusts.

  A different type of build-up starts at the bottom of my stomach. The pressure from his finger in my arse eases the more he teases my clit.

  The friction fills me with sparks, all bright and blinding.

  “Fuck, you feel like sin.” He moves his finger in and out of my arse before he eases another one in.

  I gasp, feeling stretched whole.

  God.

  Oh, God.

  Why does it hurt so good?

  “You’re so fucking tight. Hmm. I might break you if I use my cock.”

  My breath hitches at the thought, but my arousal coats him, dripping down my thighs.

  “D-Do it,” I whisper.

  He pauses thrusting in and out of me. “What was that?”

  “Fuck me. All of me.”

  His chest shudders with a groan that fills the space around us, masculine and so damn hot. “You’ll be mine? All mine?”

  “Yours. All yours.”

  I don’t get a warning. Aiden slips out of my pussy and arse. Before I can concentrate on the hollowness, he flips me around.

  “On your elbows and knees.”

  I scramble into the position in front of him, my heart pounding in my chest.

  Thump.

  Thump.

  Thump.

  Aiden places a hand at the top of my back and lowers me further so my arse is in the air and he’s behind me. Not too long ago, I would’ve felt self-conscious about being so exposed to him. Not now.

  Now, a burn covers my skin, yearning for more.

  Two of his fingers thrust inside my pussy. I moan aloud as his cock traces my wetness to my back hole over and over again.

  It’s then I realise he’s using it as lube.

  “It’s going to hurt,” he muses. His voice holds a sadistic, dark edge.

  This is my chance to escape this, but the truth is, I don’t want to.

  Deep down, I want it to hurt.

  If Aiden is open about admitting how much he perversely wants me and can’t get enough of me, I can be the same.

  “Do it,” I murmur.

  “Even if it hurts?”

  “Especially if it hurts.”

  He growls and slowly eases into my tight hole. I remain motionless, not breathing.

  “Relax,” he groans. “Ease into me. Don’t fight me.”

  I try as hard as I can to lose the tension in my shoulders. Aiden’s cock is barely inside and it stings.

  He pumps his fingers inside my pussy, scissoring them, and the pleasure loosens my muscles.

  Aiden’s free hand grips my hip and he rams inside me in one go.

  I scream, the pain ripping me open from the inside out. Tears spring to my eyes.

  Oh, God.

  It hurts. It hurts like hell. It’s even worse than when he took my virginity.

  I’m about to change my mind, to tell him to stop, but then he starts moving. Both in my pussy and in my arse. His fingers meet his cock through the thin wall, and his thumb grazes over my clit.

  “Oh… Aaaah...”

  “You like that, huh?” Aiden’s deep voice turns me on even more.

  I move my arse against his thigh, needing more.

  He reaches over and pinches my nipple. I cry out at the torturous sensation.

  “Answer me,” he orders.

  “I…” I gasp. “I do.”

  “You do, huh?”

  “Y-yes…”

  “Do you like my cock better in your pussy or in your arse.”

  “I… don’t know.”

  “Hmm. I love your arse as much as your pussy.” He picks up his pace. “I never thought that would be possible.”

  “Aiden…”

  “You’re so fucking tight in here, sweetheart. I can barely move. Do you feel how much you’re strangling my dick?”

  Aiden’s dirty talk must be contagious because all I can say is, “Yes.”

  He pumps inside me in a long torturous rhythm that wrenches pleasure out of me. “Do you like it?”

  “I-I do.”

  “Then come for me.” His authoritative tone hits me in the core.

  A whirlwind of pleasure sweeps me over like a hurricane. My nerves are so stimulated I come twice, at the same time. Or maybe it’s one long orgasm that bleeds into the next.

  I don’t even get to control it. It takes me over like a possession, like an otherworldly power.

  I arch my back, chanting Aiden’s name like a prayer. He might as well be touching my soul instead of my body right now.

  “Tell me you love me,” he grunts near my ear as his thrusts turn animalistic.

  “I love you,” I pant.

  He follows me over the cliff with a ravenous growl. “Mine. You’re all mine.”

 
I am.

  It’s useless to deny it anymore.

  If we never find a way out of here I’ll die happy knowing I’m with the person I love the most.

  The boy I loved since I was seven.

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  Aiden

  “Are you on Viagra?” Elsa pants as she lays her head on my arm.

  She just finished putting her clothes back on — all of them — so I don’t ravage her anymore.

  It’s cute that she thinks mere clothes will keep me away from her.

  Nothing will.

  “Viagra, huh?” I grin down at her.

  “I mean, your sex drive is endless even under extreme circumstances. I’m so sore.” She blushes, and unable to stop myself, I pull on her cheek.

  It’s impossible to stop craving her.

  Maybe one day when we’re older, and I have fucked her all the ways possible, I’ll be able to get enough of her.

  But even that is a slim chance.

  “What do you like the most about me?” she asks with a red hue covering her cheeks.

  “The most?”

  “You know, what do you find most sexy about me?”

  I chuckle. “Are you trying to seduce me again, sweetheart?”

  “Just answer me.” She plays with the hem of my pullover.

  I try to think about the things that turned me on the most about her. The smell of coconut in her hair when she’s freshly showered. The fluttering of her eyes when her head rolled back in an orgasm. The shape of her mouth when she called my name. The softness of her touch when she clung to me.

  There were too many things I find sexy and utterly irresistible about her. From the twitch in her nose to the slight bite of her lip and straight to the twinkle in her eyes.

  So when it comes down to a specific answer, it’s easy. “Everything,” I say.

  “Everything?” she asks, voice laced with confusion.

  “Your passion, your darkness, your fire, and even your damn stubbornness. I find all of them sexy and there isn’t a thing I would change about you. So yes, everything.”

  Her lips part and her eyes soften with deep affection before she turns her gaze away as if hiding her reaction.

  “You’re touched, aren’t you?” I poke her arm.

  “Shut up.” Her cheeks turn crimson.

  I smile. “Pay me back, sweetheart.”

  “Pay you back?”

  “Yeah. Tell me what you like most about me.”

  “No.”

  It’s my turn look at her twice. “No?”

  She lifts her chin in defiance, eyes glinting. “It’s a secret.”

  “You don’t get to keep secrets from me.”

  “Yes, I do.” She lay her head on my arm. “I can’t have you lose interest in me.”

  “Believe me, that will never happen.”

  “Still no. You need a challenge, remember? I’ll be that challenge and more.”

  I smile to myself. This is why Elsa is one a kind. This is why she’ll always be mine.

  No one understands me as much as she does.

  Her breathing calms down and she yawns. “I’d kill for something to eat right now.”

  And then her eyes flutter closed. Her slender body snuggles onto my side and her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm.

  I probably exhausted her. It was my goal since the beginning.

  The only way to stop Elsa from thinking about the dark reality is to distract her. That’s why I claimed her virgin arse, came one more time in her pussy, and then I ate her out to relax her even more.

  She whined, saying she has to go back to yoga if I continue fucking her all the time in different positions.

  I stroke the blonde strands off her forehead and place a kiss onto the top of her head.

  Her stomach growls so loud. She winces, groaning softly.

  I said Agnus would return, but it’s been nearly two days.

  My initial reasoning is that he won’t do something that will throw him completely out of Ethan’s grace. Leaving us here for two days is extreme even if he wanted to teach Elsa a lesson and force her to not talk about her mother’s death.

  I’m still sure he wouldn’t risk Ethan’s wrath, though.

  Did he somehow miscalculate something?

  While I kept Elsa distracted with sex, we’re both losing our energy. We can only survive on water for so long before it becomes a problem. We’re lucky this place isn’t freezing like the outside, but I can feel the cold seeping through my bones from the ground.

  “Do you regret it?” she murmurs, her tiny hands gripping my arm.

  I like how she’s holding on to me with all her might. Her entire body clings to mine like it’s the most natural place to be.

  “Regret what?” I ask.

  “Getting to know me. Pursuing me. All of it.” A stuttering breath chokes out of her. “If you stayed away from me, you wouldn’t be here.”

  “I regret nothing, sweetheart, least of all knowing you.”

  “You said you regretted two things from the past and I’m the third.”

  “Hmm. Do you store everything I tell you?”

  “Yeah,” she says wryly. “I guess I do.”

  I consider not telling her, but it’s useless to build a wall between me and Elsa. Besides, it’s better to keep her distracted.

  “When I was a child, I always wanted to tell Alicia to leave Jonathan. I didn’t because I saw how much she loved him, and I regret not speaking up. My second regret is not fighting to stay with you when you pushed me out of this room. My third regret is believing you were dead and not searching for you.”

  She remains silent, but nods.

  “How about you?” I ask slowly. “Any regrets?”

  For a second, I believe she went back to sleep, but then her quiet voice drifts around me. “I regret not telling Dad about the subtle way Ma abused me. She took me to swim in the lake Eli drowned in and kept me underwater until I thought I would die. She hit me when I didn’t listen to her. Back then, I didn’t say anything because I was scared Dad would be mad at her and they’d fight. It wasn’t the right thing to do. If Dad knew about the way she treated me, he would’ve sent her to the psych ward. She wouldn’t have hurt Knox, Teal, and you.”

  “You were a child and loved your mother.”

  “Do you think love gives you the right to compromise?”

  “I don’t know. Do you?”

  “Sometimes, yes.”

  She grips me tighter as she talks about her childhood and the memories she repressed for so long. Most of them are happy memories about her older brother and her father and even her Uncle Reg and Uncle Agnus.

  Talking is her way of distraction.

  I force myself to focus on her words instead of how much I want to spread her legs and fuck her once more. The only reason I stop myself is because we need the energy we have left.

  Survival is such a fucking bitch.

  “I’m glad I met you back then,” she says after a while. “You were my light in the darkness.”

  My chest expands with a mixture of strange feelings. I never thought there would be a day Elsa would call me her light, even in past tense.

  I was always the shadow to her darkest desires and I thought I was fine with that. Turns out, I’m a selfish bastard who wants it all. Both her light and her darkness.

  Her best and her worst.

  Her everything.

  “And now?” I ask.

  “Now you’re just you.” She sighs.

  “Meaning?”

  “Meaning you drive me fucking crazy, but I love every second of it.”

  I grin. “You love every second of it, huh?”

  “Yes, dickhead.” She shoves me, but then digs her fingers into my pullover and draws me closer to rest her cheek on my arm. Her skin is warm.

  “I meant it the other day, loving me is a one way road. You can’t go back.”

  “Oh, I know…I won’t...” Her voice is quiet.

  She falls back asl
eep. We remain like that for half an hour until she starts mumbling something in her dreams.

  “Elsa?” I cradle her cheeks and pause at the burn in them.

  I thought the flush and the heat were only because of how thoroughly I fucked her.

  Is she having a fever?

  “Elsa, open your eyes.”

  “I love you, Aiden. I really, really do.” She tightens her small hands in my pullover one more time before they fall on her side.

  Fuck! Fuck!

  I take her hand in mine; they’re feverish, too.

  “Have you been running in the rain again, Elsa?” I curse under my breath.

  Why the hell does she have this weird habit of running in the rain when she has a fucking heart condition?

  The hunger and exhaustion must be making things worse.

  My muscles tense and my brain fills with a thousand scenarios.

  First of all, I need to keep her body temperature down.

  I carefully place her on the ground and put her jacket under her head. She pulls her legs to her chest and bends into a foetal position.

  Yanking my pullover off, I soak it with water from the lavatory and wrap it around her head.

  A moan rips from her colourless lips. The flush on her face has been reddening by the second.

  Sweat beads on her forehead and down her temples.

  I place a hand on her heart. The beat starts slow then turns hard within a second.

  That’s not good.

  This isn’t a simple fever. Her heart condition is acting up and I’ll bet my life she didn’t visit her heart physician after she left with her father.

  When she collapsed that day after running in the rain, our family doctor said she should visit her specialist as soon as possible. Knowing Elsa, she probably didn’t want to worry her father as soon as she reunited with him.

  “Fuck, Elsa. Fuck!”

  We need out of here.

  Fucking now.

  If not treated properly, a simple fever can be lethal to someone with a heart condition.

  I know because I’ve been studying the shit out of it since I learnt of her illness.

  That’s why I’ve been even stricter than her aunt about her special food. I brought her water with the highest concentration of minerals because I read it’s good. I’ve been watching her while she runs, looking for tiny clues about her breathing.