Page 99 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“You’re easy to appease, huh?” he offers while he walks up to me from behind and doesn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around my front side.

I try not to whimper when he presses me against him—feeling how his chiseled body is like against my backside that’s only draped in a shirt is far too dangerous. “Don’t tempt me, Sweet Gem. I’m trying to be a good man for you.”

“Oh God, abort that mission right now,” I whine because there is no way I can ignore not doing anything sinful for this man. Call me a slut.I don’t fucking care.This man rings every alarm of red flag in my body, and I can’t possibly ignore it.

When he chuckles this time, it ignites goosebumps in me while my core quivers in desire. How a man can laugh so seductively that it makes you want to strip and bend to his every command.

“We have company downstairs, Evangeline.”

I know it has to be important for him to use my full real name, but God, he has to give me something.Anything.

“You’re going to force me to appease whoever is downstairs when I’m needy?” I offer and dare to tempt him by pressing my ass further against his groin. It may be desperate or inhuman,but fuck. He had to have a motive for walking in here shirtless and being so fucking tempting.

“I should,” he teases and doesn’t hesitate to press right back while his arm around my waist moves until his hand is trailing along my front side and wrapping around my neck.

Fuck.

“You’re playing dangerously, Precious,” he warns.

If only he knew how much it makes me want him more. How much I need something to at least get this day rolling.

“Why should I reward you now when you haven’t performed yet?”

I’m sure this has to do with me doing my duty, but I can’t focus on entertaining anyone but him right now.

Or myself.

“Just a taste?” I’m practically pleading with the man when I look up and give him yearning eyes. Being pressed against him, with his hand possessively around my throat, I just need something. A desperate quick fix from the new Ruthless King I know the least about.

This could be more than just obtaining a hint of pleasure.This may be my need to ensure he’s here to stay and not just an illusion.

Maybe deep within, I just don’t want to lose the savior who watched from the shadows for years and came out to aid me whenever I needed to be saved.

If that means using a hint of sexual endeavors to lure him in,to keep him in my grasp, so fucking be it.

Anything to not lose him.

“Eva,” he ends up groaning.

I feel nothing but relief when his lips claim mine hungrily. My moan in return is loud and hopefully projects a sense of gratitude toward him appeasing my desperate craving.

“What shall I do with you, Precious?” he growls between kisses. “We don’t have time.”

“Make time for me,” I beg and kiss him feverishly with every pressing touch. “You can do that for me, Ruthless King?”

“Anything,” he grunts and easily spins me around, so I’m pressed between him and the counter. “You’re wet for me, Precious.”

“God, yes.” I mean it. My pooling arousal is already dripping down the side of my leg. He doesn’t hesitate to find out for himself, his hand slipping between my legs until I feel his fingers greedily cup my pussy.

“No underwear to bed,” he says as though I’ve committed a felony of some kind, but he not only seals my lips but has his fingers gliding right in. My gasp is swallowed by his mouth as he kisses me possessively.

It’s like he wants to keep every moan, whimper, and gasp to himself.

As though no one else is worthy of hearing any sound that escapes my lips.

“You better ride these fingers the way I need you to, Precious,” he urges, and I know this is probably the best I’ll get away with if we have any chance of heading downstairs and having breakfast in time for classes.

“Yes, Ruthless King,” I humbly submit to him. I’m far too desperate to ride the wave of bliss he’ll ignite with these large fingers than to disobey. To sink those fingers as deeply as they can go, my pussy tightening around them as if to keep them captive for as long as possible.

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