Page 115 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“‘Cause you’re not gay,” Aries huffs to him. “I’d rather kill myself.”

“That’s also because you’re not gay,” Zander answers for him with a laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll suck cock if Dolcezza wants me to. Right, Gemini?”

“Mhmm,” I’m inhaling more of the cigar to calm my nerves.

“Should we bring breakfast, sir?” a maid quietly asks.

“You can set the table,” Matteo suggests. “With how hard my little brother is, I’m sure he won’t take him long to get his nut out.”

The maid is not the only one blushing and fighting not to say anything aside from ‘Yes, sir.’

So embarrassing.

“FLEX!”

“Okay, okay!” He awkwardly holds Domino’s cock in his grasp, opening his mouth but struggling to inch in enough to take the tip that’s dripping with precum.

God, he’s actually turned on by this?

“For fuck’s sake,” Marcus groans and is up from his seat. He walks over to them and, without hesitation, grabs Flex’s head and forces it forward enough for his mouth to take Domino’s tip. You can hear the immediate gag of disgust that ignites from Flex, but Marcus doesn’t give anyone a chance to get out of this shit as he forces Flex’s head further down on Domino’s cock.

Domino hisses before gritting his teeth in defiance. His free hand is in a tight fist, trembling like the rest of his body, but he’s still protecting the glass coffin with the phone inside.

Flex’s struggling gags are one thing, but the sloppy noises that grow with how he moves up and down Domino’s cock is, oddly, satisfying. Admitting that makes me feel like a horrible person, but I keep reminding myself again and again.

Don’t pity the wicked.

“Fuck. Stop biting my cock,” Domino hisses, but you can tell despite the pain of Flex’s slopping, teeth biting sucks, it’s working its magic on him. Getting him off. He may be doing everything to fight showing any form of pleasure, but as Flex moves faster due to Marcus’ forced pushes and pulls of Flex’s head, you can see he’s struggling hard.

My heart is wildly beating against my chest while I hold my breath when I see those lines of dismay forming along Domino’s face. He’s close. I can tell from how rigid his body is getting with every suck.

“Better take every drop of his cum, Mr. Mallon,” Matteo encourages while he enjoys a sip of the glass of scotch he ended up requesting. “Don’t want a single drop on our floors.”

Flex can’t even reply as he struggles to take Domino’s full length so quickly. I can see how Domino struggles to remain still and not jerk further forward. Flex is moving up and down Domino’s hard length so fast now, I’m positive the end is near.

“Shit… alright, that’s enough,” Domino snarls, and there’s that vivid tone of denial. That he can’t believe this is happening, and he’s about to shoot his load in Flex’s mouth.

Down his throat and pool in the depths of his hot mouth.

“Finish it,” Marcus encourages instead. “Finish what you fucking started.”

It’s only now that I catch the hint of anger laced in Marcus’ words.The shift in his behavior went from relaxed to impatient.As if he doesn’t want to see any of this.

No. Almost as if he’s… jealous?

The way the realization dawns on me has me tilting my head as I begin to wonder what’s between these two.

He’s important. I know he is. Why can’t I remember him from when we were kids? He calls me Pigtails. That has a meaning. Why? What happened to not make me remember who he is?

The feel of Matteo’s firm grip on my thigh brings me back. Maybe because my breathing is off. Not loud enough for anyone else to notice, but Matteo catches it.

“Breathe, Precious,” he says the words so quietly, I doubt anyone else can hear what he’s whispering in my right ear.“Allow yourself to experience this at the peak of humiliation. Remember what he did to you.”

That reminds me of the past. The very words he tossed at me in mockery.

“Open your eyes, Ivanka.”

“You’re gonna watch how to appease your King to the very end, you hear?”

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