Page 104 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

The glint of the butterknife catches her attention, forcing those smokey blue jewels to focus on the doorframe for a few seconds.

It gives us all a glimpse of the vivid heart tattoo on the side of her neck.Decorated with plentiful hickeys.That inked piece, matched with the glimmer of her silver glasses, makes her look like those nerdy gaming girls who’ve just woken up, looking fuckable and flawless.

Extra fuckable.

The shirt is big on her, yet she had to have done something to make it have a cinched effect that hugs at her slim waist. I’ve noticed she’d lost quite a bit of muscle and weight from her recovery, but fuck, you can’t see it now with how styled she looks with such a simple outfit.

Like how do you make yourself look fucking gorgeous in a man’s oversized shirt?

Precious Gem has defied the laws because there she is, looking so hot. She’s able to grab every single person’s attention, especially when she turns around and uses her left hand to tug out the butterknife from its spot.

My gaze lowers to her ass.That delicate plump ass.Adding her long legs and the very obvious bruises from my ‘not so nice’ grip makes me feel an odd sense of pride.

A flutter of ownership for marking her with bits of pain that rewarded her with pleasure.

I’m also greeted with bouts of anger because everyone gets to view my Maiden and acknowledge what a prize she is.

They need to be reminded that she’s mine.

Ours… I guess.

“Zander,” Eva begins before I can try to reel her into my grasp. “I swear there was a conversation about no violence at the table.”

“How did she know it was you?” Ares mutters as he shrugs his shoulders.

“It was Aries,” Zander lies and blinks his eyes when Eva looks over her shoulder to view the four of us at the table.

She looks at each of us, her gaze pausing briefly on Aries as she takes in his new look. It’s only an added three seconds, but it ignites a pinch of annoyance that I’m not privileged by the lingering gaze.

I’m reacting far too soon when those alluring eyes lock onto mine.The look that floods her face is a cocktail mix of seductiveness, excitement, and a touch of defiance.

She doesn’t even know who is present, yet she’s thinking of something cunning in that smart mind of hers.

I never ignore my gut when it comes to her because I’m 100% certain I’m right.

“If Aries launched this knife, we’d have a dead body lying on the floor and not a trembling maid swaying from side to side,” she announces, proving how quickly she observed the room despite barely paying mind to anyone but her Kings. “Zander has a hint of compassion after morning sex, hmm?”

Zander’s eyes not only light up but he’s licking his bottom lip and grins devilishly.

“I’d be in an even better mood if you came and sat on my lap, Dolcezza.”

He takes any opportunity this man has to get a hold of her.

I’m realizing that very quickly when it comes to Zander.

I don’t like it.

He’s faster in initiating what he wants because he’s in the position to carry the ability to do so.Unlike me, the leader of the pack who has to present a front.

“I would,” Eva begins but looks my way. “But I promised Matteo to sit on his lap this morning.”

Zander groans loudly.

“Dammit! No one outsmarts my advances so early in the morning,” he whines. “Hey, Ares. Give me your butterknife for a second.”

“Oh God, no,” Ares complains and is far faster in grabbing the knife before Zander can attempt it. “We can’t deal with you two fighting this morning.”

“Can’t deal with it or afraid we may tie?” Zander offers and looks at Eva. “Sweet Dynamite. Who would win between me and Matteo?”

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