Page 137 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“Yes.”

Insanity. Pure madness over this sinful half-brother of mine.

Everything is damn right maddening, but I can’t stop this rollercoaster, for it’s already begun its rise.

It’s only a matter of time before it goes plunging down.

“Precious,” he warns, and I can see he’s losing control. No different from when we were in the washroom.

Seconds before, he kissed me senseless, fingered me blissfully, and ate me out like I was his favorite dessert in the world.

“You,” I affirm the single word with as much firmness as possible. “I want you, Matteo. All sides. The good… the diabolical… the maddening. If that makes you an unhinged psychopath, so be it. If that means putting me through pain and pleasure, I have no objections.”

He’s at his last wit ends again.

It’s crystal clear.

Just one final push.

“So, stop wasting the precious ten minutes we have, pull that Hermes belt off your waist, and slap my pussy until I’m raw and dripping wet for only you.”

I said it.

No… I commanded it.

A Ruthless King hates being told to do anything, even from his Maiden. Now, it’s time to test that theory.

He says no other words.

Instead, he slips off his belt in one solid move.

Let me get a taste of Matteo’s wrath.

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WHIPPED WRATH OF YOUR KING

~MATTEO~

“That mouth of yours is getting too cocky for a Maiden.” Someone else must be talking because I don’t recognize my own voice.

The possessive depth. The vindictive tone. The unyielding and palpable tension I’m enforcing on a woman I cherish.

For years, when in spiraling darkness and peril, I told myself I could never allow this woman to see the madness within me. To dare witness how I can grant life thanks to my status and financial power but could take it with a pull of a trigger.

With not an ounce of remorse.

Yet, today went south so fucking fast. Went against my goal of projecting this calm, collective leader who just wants his woman to be happy, stable, and protected.

That’s gone now.

“Then fix it, my King.”

There’s my Sweet Precious Gem.

On her fucking knees before me in that uniformed skirt.

Does she even notice how her blazer is open enough that I can enjoy the sight of that fitted dress shirt? How the white material is thin and gives me the perfect few of her hard nipples that press through the thin cotton bra she’s wearing. Those alluring doe eyes of smoky blue, all innocent yet pleading for sinful things.

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