Page 216 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

I’m growing harder by the second.

“Just thinking,” she mutters.

“About going back.” I try to distract the obvious need to fuck her. I want to, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not sure if I can control myself to take things slower.

I’m used to getting what I want and ending it there, but with Eva, I strive to be better. To be less in the power seat unless I’m triggered, like in the archway. I crave to prove to her that her body isn’t solely what pulls desire out of me, but truthfully, I’ve never taken things at a slow pace that is absent of sex.

“He would have let me die if Marcus didn’t come,” she quietly admits. I don’t know what she’s thinking about, but the hardness in her voice confirms she may have thought about the incident, and it angered her enough to keep her awake. “He’s been watching.”

“Domino,” I suggest. “Watching your every move.”

“Like you and Zander do,” she acknowledges. She’s not mad at being watched by us. It’s the idea of Domino doing the same that is triggering her. “Why does he get to keep interfering with no consequences? They just allow him to pester and squirm. He doesn’t deserve any of it. He deserves to be ruined.”

“I agree, Precious.”

She lifts her head slightly so she can turn to look over her shoulder as I peer down at her.

“I want payback.”

“Okay.”

We’re staring at one another.

“What if payback gets me in trouble?”

I think about it.

“Nothing can really get you in trouble,” I slowly admit. “Even if you killed him, I’d simply find a way to get you out of it.” It’s severe, yes, but it’s the truth.

Anyone in our society can get away with murder. Just have to find the right buttons to press and contacts to call.

“I don’t want him dead,” she admits. “Yet.”

“Okay,” I move a few strands of her hair, encouraging her to lie on her back, so she can stare at me without straining her neck. “Have you thought of what you want?”

“No.”

“Then you can think about it once you’ve rested,” I suggest.

“I’m not sleepy,” she whispers, looking down at my body, admiring my muscles, reminiscing about sinful things.

My cock is pulsing with anticipation.

“Then… do you want to do something?”

Watching the way her tongue slowly trails along her bottom lip is making my heart beat wildly while I’m fighting to keep still.

To tame this intense need to have her in my grasp and fuck her intensely.

“Yes,” she confesses, then bites her bottom lip. Parting those red lips has me fighting every urge to claim them. “Distract me.”

Fuck.

Tame it.

Take it slow.

I’m not expecting her to reach up and grip my face, forcing me down until our lips are centimeters apart.

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