Page 212 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

I want to share my bed with her. To enjoy her warmth and trail my calloused hands around her soft, luscious body. I also know I can’t control myself with her. This intense need to fuck her far too passionately until she’s bruised and marked for days after.

It’s territorial. Marking what’s mine in every aspect.

“Hmmm.” My poor beauty is falling asleep. “Yeah.”

Even with droopy eyes, she reaches out for my hand, wrapping those small fingers around my wrist.

“Bed?” The way she looks up with those parted red lips and pleading eyes gives no room for argument.

Fuck. She’s dangerous.

“Yes, bed,” I agree and pull her a bit closer. I don’t fully plaster myself against her because I’m still drenched and don’t want to ruin her attire.Even if I’d gladly share a shower with her.“I need to shower first, though.”

“Mhmm.” She might as well stand here and sleep away.

I smirk and lightly kiss her cheek.

“Give me a second,” I encourage. She bobs her head, and I take the chance to grab a towel and damply pat my front side. Finishing up, I toss the towel in the laundry bin and return to see her in the same place.

Sleeping away.

The way I smile makes me feel like a fool in love, but I’m willing to embrace it. I scoop her up, knowing she’d struggle to navigate up the stairs to my room at the end of the hall.

Reaching the master suite, I lay her on my bed. The cool sheets make her stir for a moment before she further relaxes. Laying a kiss on her forehead, I decided to shower first.

Time to wash off the remnants of my anger.

32

OUR GLIMPSE OF DESIRE PART II

~MATTEO~

Showering is much shorter today, not wanting to leave Precious alone for too long. I know she’s safe, yet it still nags me to keep an eye on her.

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I grab a smaller towel to begin drying my hair. Using the blow dryer would wake her up, and that’s not my intention. She needs rest, especially when we’re returning to classes tomorrow.

After ensuring she’s tucked beneath the light sheets, I go check on Ares and Zander. Ares’ room is closest, which is why I open the door slightly to see where he is. I catch onto his sleeping figure in bed. He’s shirtless, a light sheet over his bottom half as he sleeps on his back. He had to be reading before bed because the book was abandoned in a disordered way, proving he’d fallen asleep and dropped it. Either way, he looks at peace as he sleeps away.

Good. He doesn’t seem to sleep well consistently.

I wonder if the others notice that unless Eva’s in his bed, he sleeps in increments. It’s not good for him, but I’ll bring it up if it persists.

Heading to Zander’s room, I open the door to find him not in bed but in the chair before a wooden desk that holds his laptop. From the way he’s leaning in the wooden chair with wheels, he has to be asleep. His head is leaning to one side, his inhales and exhales slow and quiet.

Deciding to wake him up, I walk behind him, noticing how clear his skin is. Interesting when Zander just splashes water on his face and calls it a skincare regimen versus Ares, who I’ve noticed has a morning, evening, and before-bed skin routine.

Models versus computer engineers.

I debate on whether to call out his name to wake him up or lightly touch him. I may be thinking of the options, but my body is one step ahead as I lightly brush my hand along his right cheek.

His eyes squeeze for a moment, and I see how his nostrils flare a bit.

“Hmm? What?” He grunts the question without opening his eyes. When I don’t reply, he tries to lift his head to correct his posture, but he relaxes back to the same position in a matter of seconds. “What, Matteo?”

I’m impressed he knows it’s me without opening his eyes.

“Go sleep in the bed,” I push. “You’re going to fuck up your neck and complain all fucking practice about your neck hurting.”

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