Page 222 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

They’re shocked that I say that openly, but the realization on their faces makes me laugh.

“Six months! It’ll grow back. I promise.”

“Hmph,” Zander hugs me one more time. “Fine. We’ll just have to get you a collar.”

“C-Collar?” I stare at him with wide eyes, but my imagination is one step ahead, making me wonder what these men would be willing to do in the bedroom. They all have different kinks, which makes me realize I may have my own I’ve never ventured. “Enlighten me.”

He chuckles. “Later. Coach Hennessy will murder us if we’re late for the national anthem,” Zander urges. “Save me a sloppy kiss and storage room sex later, Dolcezza.”

I stutter over my words of goodbye while Ares groans.

“Of course, you see everything. I’m not going to ask when you put a camera there or knew we’d go in that spot,” Ares complains.

“I love gambling with fate,” he says with a wink. “Which reminds me, Ares. Some tall male and woman in fashionable suits were looking for you. They’re near the entrance of the rink. Something about being from a modeling academy.”

Ares looks surprised before he seems to realize who they are.

“Oh, shit. They could be recruiters.”

“Doesn’t that mean you should hurry the fuck up and get to them before they leave?” I gasp. Seeing Ares look surprised and slightly concerned proves they have to be super important in his line of business.

“But…” He looks my way. “I was going to walk you to the VIP lounge.”

I stare at him in dismay. “Ares Albrecht. Get your ass over to those recruiters before you miss the chance!” I snap.

“So feisty,” he mutters, then deliberately takes a step toward me, pulling me against him. I expect a hug, but he tips my head further back, claiming my lips as though we hadn’t appeased our needs a few minutes earlier.

Even as he releases me, he’s hovering there and staring into my eyes.

“Straight to the suite, yes?” he urges dangerously low. It’s a possessive rumble that does sinful things to my core.

“Yes, my King,” I vow without breaking eye contact. I’m being extra submissive, allowing him to look into my doe eyes, knowing well I’ll follow his orders, which I have every intention of doing.

“Good girl,” he praises and gives me one last soft kiss. “We’re celebrating if I do snag anything.”

“We will be celebrating,” I correct him. “It was on your vision board, so you’re getting it.”

He seems surprised by the reminder but seems more hopeful now that I’ve brought it up.

“You’re right,” he affirms. “See you shortly, Sweet Canary.”

“Bye,” I wave him off and look at Zander as he glances back to acknowledge my wave to him. “Good luck, Zander! Show them no mercy!”

That makes his eyes spark with glee before he lifts his glove hand to wave back. Turning away, he’s following Ares.

“Hurry up, Marcus.”

“Coming,” I hear him from beside me, realizing he’s now standing next to me but is peering my way. “You’re letting go of the pigtails?”

“What? Going to miss them?” I offer with a smirk.

“I haven’t gotten to appreciate them,” he mutters more to himself. “Your overprotective King over there likes to put on a show to remind everyone that you’re theirs.”

“Did you expect anything less?”

He takes a second to think it through.

“No.”

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