Steel Princess: A Dark New Adult Romance (Royal Elite Book 2)
Steel Princess: Chapter 30

I’m on my knees in the car park in front of Aiden.

Before I start analysing the situation, I unbuckle his belt with trembling fingers.

I wish it’s only due to the fear of getting caught, but it’s also due to the sick kind of desire shooting down my spine.

This is the first time I’ve initiated anything sexual with Aiden. He’s usually the one who’s hunting me down and manipulating his way into my body.

Maybe he’s made me crave him. Maybe I can’t get enough of him.

Or maybe, just maybe, I’m as attuned to this type of sexual gratification as he is.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” His voice is rougher than usual.

I bask in the feeling that I have this effect on him.

That feeling becomes tenfold deeper when I free his cock. It’s rock hard and pointing in my direction.

I glance up at him as I fist his dick with both hands.

His eyes are droopy as he groans deep in his throat, but he’s watching me with furrowed brows as if he can’t figure out my angle.

In the beginning, all I wanted was to stop him from fucking me in public.

I thought it’d work if I turn all the attention to him. He’s a bit easier to handle when I snatch some of the control.

I thought wrong.

Right now, as I take him in my hand, slowly stroking the skin, all I want to do is keep going.

There’s this need to engrave myself inside him deeper.

Stronger.

Harder.

So if, one day, he wants to get rid of me, he wouldn’t be able to.

Just like I’m unable to erase him from my mind, heart, and soul.

“Are you going to open that mouth for me, sweetheart?” he asks with a spark in his eyes.

I nod once.

“You’re going to take me deep in your throat like never before?”

I swallow and nod again.

“You’ll make me come, hmm?”

His dirty talk draws tingles at the base of my stomach. It’s about him, but it doesn’t make much difference.

Instead of answering him with words, I open my mouth.

Still clutching the base with my hands, I take him as far as I can and suck hard like he always told me to.

Aiden likes everything hard and rough, even a blowjob.

His fingers thread into my hair and he pulls the band free, letting the blonde strands cascade on my shoulders.

A groan rips from his throat, the masculine sound echoing all around us.

My heartbeat escalates at the thought that someone will hear or see us.

I fasten my pace, my movements frantic and somewhat all over the place.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He grunts. “That mouth of yours is mine. Only mine.”

I nod, licking and sucking him in. My jaw hurts and so do my knees from kneeling on the hard asphalt, but I don’t stop.

I can’t even if I wanted to.

Aiden is letting me control the rhythm for the first time in… ever.

He rocks his hips and clutches me by the hair, but he’s not thrusting to the back of my throat or fucking my mouth.

He’s letting me please him as I see best.

“You’re getting good at that, sweetheart.” He grunts with an appreciative sound.

I continue with fast strokes.

He’s close.

I can feel it in the hard way he fists my hair.

In the stiffness of his muscles.

He thrusts in my mouth a few times, but they’re not brutalising. It’s more like he’s chasing his orgasm.

A taste of precum drips on my tongue.

Aiden stops moving.

I glance up at him with questions written all over my face.

He pulls out.

My back goes rigid with panic. Shit. Is he going to fuck me anyway?

Right here?

He wraps a hand around his still-hard cock, but he doesn’t pull me up.

He reaches his free hand out and squeezes my cheeks. “Open your mouth.”

I stare at him, incredulous.

“Open that fucking mouth, sweetheart.”

I do, not sure where he’s going with this.

He pumps his cock in his fist and for a second, I’m too mesmerised by the raw masculinity to focus on anything else.

He looks like a god. A sex god.

He directs his cock at my mouth and comes all over my tongue and lips.

“Hmm.” He groans as I glance up at him with what must seem like a stunned expression.

He watches me, too, but it’s more with a sadistic type of possessiveness. His metallic eyes continue boring into mine even after he’s done coming down my throat and on my face.

“Swallow.”

I close my mouth and do.

I just… do.

There’s something about the way he orders me to do things that makes me all hot and tingly.

If we weren’t in public, I might’ve even wanted him to fuck me.

Shit. Even in public, I still want him to fuck me.

I can almost imagine him slamming my back against the car and taking me hard and fast until I orgasm.

There’s seriously something utterly wrong with me.

Aiden touches his thumb to my mouth which is still covered with his cum. He smears it all over my lips then presses his thumb at the opening of my mouth.

“Now, suck.”

I take him inside, twirl my tongue around his thumb, and suck as I did with his cock.

All without breaking eye contact.

For some reason, staring at his stormy eyes adds more intimacy to the moment.

More connection.

More… belonging.

“Hmm. Good girl.”

That makes me suck harder.

It’s sick how much I love the havoc he wreaks in my body or that euphoric, pleased look in his eyes.

I love that look. I want to see it for the rest of my life.

Whoa.

That’s a scary thought.

I don’t want Aiden for the rest of my life.

Why the hell would I think that?

The sound of an engine cuts through the car park.

I let Aiden’s thumb pop free and scramble to my feet. I snatch my band from the floor and pull my hair in a ponytail while smoothing my clothes.

Aiden doesn’t seem the least bit fazed. He tucks himself in with ease and that’s it. In a second, he appears all too normal while my cheeks are on the verge of exploding.

I reach for a napkin in my jacket and wipe my mouth. The fact that I still taste him shoots tingles between my thighs.

I’m trying to school my expression when Aiden pushes into me.

His chest flattens mine as he smirks down on me. “Are you wet, sweetheart?”

I clamp my lips together.

“I can do interesting things with your clothes on.”

I should be mortified but the only question in my mind is: interesting things like what?

“There you are.”

Both our attention snap towards the very familiar, older voice.

Jonathan King.

He steps out of his Mercedes, wearing a three-piece dark brown suit and black leather shoes.

His jet black hair is slicked back and he appears completely relaxed.

I instinctively jerk away from Aiden. It feels wrong to be near him after I heard Jonathan’s conversation with Silver.

It feels like I’m not allowed near Aiden.

Jonathan’s face brings back that itch.

It’s like I’m still floating in the pool and having my lungs filled with water.

So much fucking water.

He approaches us and I have the urge to shrink behind Aiden. I don’t know why I’d think that Aiden is a better demon than his father.

They’re both demons, aren’t they?

Before I can cower behind Aiden, he clutches me by the arm and keeps me firmly by his side.

Aiden’s face is stone cold. The playful expression from earlier completely disappears. I would’ve called it a poker face if it weren’t for the slight twitch in his left eye.

“Elsa.” Jonathan smiles at me as if we’re old friends. “Have you been well?”

“What are you doing here?” Aiden asks before I can answer.

“You and I are going somewhere.” Jonathan smiles. “If it’s okay with you, of course, Elsa.”

I nod once unsure what to say.

“I’ll meet you back home,” Aiden speaks in a calm, almost nonchalant tone, but I can feel the tension radiating off him in waves.

“You’ll come with me,” Jonathan says in a non-negotiable tone. “Keep your car here. Someone will drive it home for you.”

You’ll come with me.

It’s a flat out order.

Since Aiden doesn’t like to be told what to do, I expect him to fight.

Instead, he releases me.

A strange gust of cold seeps under my skin at the loss of contact.

Aiden doesn’t let go of me.

He never lets go of me.

It feels empty now that he did.

“I’ll text,” he says without any emotions and walks to his father’s car without a word.

After Aiden slides inside the Mercedes, Jonathan offers me another smile.

The welcoming expression instantly drops as soon as he gets into the backseat beside Aiden.

Something clenches in my chest as the car leaves the school grounds.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Super bad.