Page 200 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“Zayn,” I repeat his name again and again, my toes digging into the grass with every pounding force while my breasts bounce up and down. “I-I’m going to cum,” I warn, dangerously close.

“Hold it, Dolcezza,” he urges desperately, picking up his pace. He’s not holding back in the slightest now. He’s fucking me hard, his balls slapping my ass. “A little more.”

I can’t even make out his name as I moan, whimper, and use every bit of restraint to stop myself from being riddled with my climax.

I’m seeing stars when Zayn is grunting out of control, breathing out my name again and again until he’s growling incomprehensible shit.

“Fuck,” he finally curses and sinks deep inside. “Cum, Eva!”

Sinking onto his length with that final deep thrust sends me spiraling into my climax, my back arching up as my scream echoes his name.

“ZAYN!”

He comes with me, grunting my name like a lingering slur that follows the echoing pursuit to be heard by anyone who is in this forest with us. At this point, it wouldn’t matter if someone walked in on us. They would hear us miles away with how loud we both were.

My legs take that moment to lose their strength, my knees buckling. I don’t have the energy to gasp in warning, knowingwell I’m going to knock my bike over before I can even get a ride in it.

“I got you,” Zander breathes as he manages to catch me with a hook of an arm forward and my bike before it slips from my grasp.

I’m thankful because I need the moment for the spinning to stop as aftershocks riddle through me. You know the sex was fucking good when you’re borderline about to pass out.

“Stay with me, Eva,” Zander groans. Lifting my head, he kisses me long and hard. I relax in his hold, realizing something is passing between our mouths.

Like a pill of some kind.

There’s no energy in my limbs to try to pull away and ask what it is, but I don’t feel like I’m in danger.

The complete opposite, honestly.

Breaking the kiss so we can breathe, Zander scoops me up and cradles me until I feel coherent enough to ask what that last bit was.

“Dex4 tablet,” he whispers and lightly kisses my cheek. “Your sugar dropped.”

“Oh, right,” I breathe, feeling a bit more alert now. “Fuck… that was amazing.”

Zander snickers. “Yeah, amazing enough to almost make you land in the hospital.”

“That would be embarrassing,” I mutter and think about it. “You’d be proud as fuck, though.”

“Very proud and would let the entire medical team know the trigger was fucking you into oblivion.”

“God, no,” I croak and try to get up, but he holds me back. “I’m good!”

“Yeah, right.” He laughs and nestles into my neck, kissing that special tattooed spot. “Wanna look at my cock now?”

“Fucking distracter!” I whine, but he’s got me. “Show the goods.”

We’re laughing as he works on getting up first before picking me up. I’m surprised to be in his pants, which are black joggers with a drawstring that helps so the massive material doesn’t drop from my slim waist. His t-shirt is next to be donned on me once he situates me on my bike.

“What are you going to wear?” I demand when I see him bend over to grab his boxers that he threw way too far, giving me a chance to admire his ass.

“My boxers,” he says with pride. “That’s all I need,” he assures me while walking back.

“You’re not walking! You’re driving us up to the house,” I emphasize.

“Last time I checked, I’m not driving,” he says with a wink as he reaches me and flaunts his flashy cock. “Feast your eyes.”

“You’re not driving? If you’re not, who’s…” I trail off. The drawn marking is not only an identical marking to the one on my neck, but there’s a name cursively written outside and within the unique heart.

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