Page 136 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

My King is fighting it.

Desperate to win whatever internal battle he’s waging and all the excuses that want to tame the hidden beast he shields so fucking well.

Yet, will an opportunity like this come again?

For public affection in a place that’s secured for us.

“I’ll scare you away, Sweet Precious,” he whispers, yet his hands are slowly lifting to the glimmering gold Hermes buckle.“Scar you with far too many sins. You don’t need damaged goods. You deserve a knight…”

He’s trying desperately to convenience himself more than me.

“Not a villain.”

“And what if I want a man who will burn the world for me?” I seductively offer and further sit up while placing my hands on top of my lap, exercising my patience.

He notices every move, and it’s pushing his resistance.

“Who may be just as damaged as him?” I suggest the possibilities while ignoring how my heart races against my chest. This is nerve-wracking, yet I thrive on unlocking this man. I want him to be mine.

A sudden obsession to ensure he’s mine and only mine.

That possessive need to have him always in my reign.

It’s sickening when you think about it for too long.

So, I don’t.

“You’re not imperfect like me, Evangeline.”

“What if you’re wrong?” I offer. “What if I’m tainted like you? What if the only difference is the colored trauma that cloaks us? Are we really that different?”

His fingers trail the golden buckle, and I hold my breath, waiting for him to make that simple movement that will give me permission to do what my body is craving.

I can feel my pussy aching already, but I know this moment is meant to please him and not my needs.

We have plenty of time to delve into various sexual endeavors.

Privately… and publicly.

“I’d kill for you, Eva,” he admits.

It makes my heart sink for him.

“And I would for you if it means protecting my King who dares to see my potential in this vast world,” I confess, letting my emotions show in the depths of my eyes.

He saw for himself the truth, and no one can ignore that. Not even the demons that are desperate to keep him alone in this world.

“What if I want to see you in pain, too?” he presents the scenario he had to be avoiding. “To clench your throat. To leave bruises across your beautiful pale flesh. To slap those cheeks until my handprints mark your skin. You won’t love me after that, Precious.”

“You won’t know if you don’t try.” I can’t believe I’m going this far. That I’m changing my boundaries for this man.I’m too far gone.“I can handle it.”

“You can handle me tapping your pussy with the leather of this belt as punishment for being so fucking intriguing, you have Theo eyeing you like the prize you are?”

He doesn’t see Keir as competition but Theo. Interesting…

I swallow slowly and try to ignore just how my core tightens, my stomach flips, and my pussy clenches at the mere mention of anything slapping my wet folds.

Fuck, can I handle that?

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