Page 138 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

If I don’t marry this woman, I’ll lose my fucking mind. No longer do I care if it’s convenient or not. The idea of not having this woman in this moment of tempted high is driving me wild.

My jealousy is already pouncing to take a go at this seductress. To remind her who is hers first. When Theo got so close to her—bare inches from her soft parted lips—I almost lost it. That has never happened.

I don’t lose control in front of them.

No one is allowed to see me lose control… except for her?

I want to show her what a manic sicko I am, but I won’t deny how scared I am to show her all my cards.To show her I may not be far off from my father… or even Domino.

The only difference that I can confidently stand by is I’m not a cheater. When a woman is mine, she’ll always be mine. No one can ever override my commitment with temptation.

They try it, and they’ll be thankful that death greets them swiftly.

I can stand here and fight my thoughts all day, but we don’t have time for that. This is why my Sweet Precious Gem is doing this. Why she’s pursuing her curiosity by doing what a Ruthless Maiden would know what to use to disarm her Kings, who can easily be her prey.

Using that sinful body of hers.

The crazy and annoying part is… it works.

“Stay on your hands and knees and turn around,” I order. I’m waiting for her to squirm away. For her to realize this isn’t a fucking game, but my Precious obeys like a submissive slut—daring to further lift her ass up, which gives me a glimpse of her bare ass.

Fucking tempting woman…

“Evangeline,” I struggle to get her name out through my gritted teeth. “Who gave you permission to walk out of our mansion without underwear, hmm?”

I can hear her gulp from here, but she looks over her shoulder and blinks her eyes.

“No one gave me any.”

Mother fucking God… I’m firing Thea.

This lack of clothing shit has been nothing but a nuisance today.

“This is what happens when people don’t follow my orders,” I grunt and proceed to use my free hand to tug at my tie, loosening it from its hold. Pulling it free, I can see the glimmer of excitement and curiosity that forms in Precious’ eyes. I can’t dare to think she has all these kinks.

That she can truly handle my random acts of sexual dominance and foreplay.

If she survives this and doesn’t run for the hills, I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it. To comprehend her staying by my side and allowing me to do it again.

And again, to feast on until my dominant beast is satisfied.

I’m getting tired of talking, which is why I don’t elaborate on what my intentions are. Instead, I’m tying the tie around her mouth, forcing her to keep it shut because I don’t want anyone to hear her scream.

I won’t go hard on her, but I want that pussy red and dripping with her pussy juices by the time I’m done with her.

This can’t be long.

We have a good eight minutes, give or take.

Five minutes is enough. That’s all I need to enjoy a high of my Precious.

“You asked for this, Eva,” I warn her as I flip her skirt in front, so her bare ass is the view that steals my attention. I rub my hand along her left cheek as I bite my bottom lip to ignite some sort of pain.

I need to control myself. Not too hard. Not too soft. Just enough to appease.

The need to mentally coach myself is a must or else I’ll lose myself far too quickly. That would certainly make my Precious run away forever.

“Don’t you go crying when this is over,” I order, though if she did get emotional, I wouldn’t blame her. I’m just testing her limits.

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