Page 188 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“Maybe.”

“Delete it.”

“Make me.”

“Zander Benedict, if you don’t delete that, you ain’t getting pussy!”

“Dolcezza, that’s just sinister,” he whines and gives me puppy eyes. “You know I can’t be denied your pussy.”

“Ugh! Don’t give me that look. Let go.”

“No. Punish me in a different way. Like tickling.”

“You’re not ticklish!”

“I know, but you are,” he notes and doesn’t hesitate to find the exact spot that makes me giggle and squirm. Then I’m out of his hold and closer to the tree.

“You’re horrible! How do you know that?”

“When you sleep, whenever I touch the upper part of your stomach, you giggle and squirm. It’s cute.”

“Th-That’s assault.”

“Assault, my ass,” he rolls his eyes. “Matteo and I fight each other to see who gets to stalk you when you’re asleep, and you don’t call that assault.”

“You fight each other?” I try to imagine Zander fighting with his fists, and it just goes over my head.

“Not fist fight,” he laughs. “Mother fucker would punch me into my next life. You don’t play around with a man who’s survived the most lethal Russian prison in the world. No thanks.”

“That’s…” I pretend to feign my confusion.

“Black Dolphins. Matteo cage fought there for two years or some crazy shit. Holds a record.” He doesn’t seem to mind telling me this. “I’m sure you can ask him. Doesn’t seem like he stopped training but somehow keeps it all together, but that scares me.”

“Scares you?”

“Someone like that has to have extreme mental control to return to society,” he reveals. He doesn’t sound envious but maybe admiring. “I can’t do that.”

“You can’t?” I offer and quietly add, “Or you’ve never tried?”

He stares back at me for a long moment.

“Didn’t feel I’d find a motive to try,” he confesses but tries to smile, making his eyes twinkle brightly. “Well, I guess until I met you.”

“That’s romantic,” I confess. “But I doubt we can fuck here, so maybe a raincheck on that.”

“You’d fuck in the depths of the forest?” he inquires and stalks toward me.

I put my hands up. “Uh, no. Nope. Never.”

“Liar.” His grin further grows. “I saw the twinkle in your eye.”

“Ugh! Don’t watch me! My body is a betrayer!”

“That’s why your nipples are poking out your shirt?”

“N-No!” I have to look down to check, but they’re fine.

“Got you,” Zander declares and has me in his hold, spinning me around. I’m laughing like a lunatic, allowing him to spin me around like we both don’t have a care in the world.

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