Page 141 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

What makes her different? Special?

Moving on autopilot, my hands firmly grip the sides of her waist, knowing damn well how easily she’ll bruise. I want her walking out of here limping. For her face to be flushed and her lips swollen. For anyone who dares look her way to realize that she’s my claim.

Mine. Mine. All fucking mine.

The sound of my hand clashing against her ass ignites a muffled squeak from her. That was hard and uncalled for, but I feel how her pussy squeezes me extra hard.

Fuck.

“Look at my Sweet Slut,” I grunt, fighting to tame my breathing as I thrust myself deeper. Keeping the rhythm to build up my release is my top priority now. “You’re snaking my cock like you’re scared of losing it. Love when I slap your ass?”

She whimpers, and I can’t tell if that’s a yes or a no, but I’m too far gone to think straight to care. My hand hits her other ass cheek. Her whimper is music to my ears, and watching how her skin blemishes so quickly further turns me on.

I grip her hips again to stop her from squirming forward. The mere idea of her slipping out of my grasp when I’m tipping closer to the edge drives me insane.

“You did this, Eva,” I growl and further lean over her as if to pin her in place. That shifts the angle I’m hitting, making her moan and arch her back.

God, yes.

“Unleashed a beast you can’t tame. This is your punishment, and you know it.” I’m so close. I need to ride this approaching wave. Enjoy the fulfillment it delivers through every inch of my body.

“Now I’m gonna come deep inside you, and you’re going to take every drop of it because you can.”

Can and will.

“That’s it, Eva. Like that. Fuck. Squeeze me. Let me feel how much you want my shaft deep in your dripping cunt!”

She grunts and moans, and I bet she’s as close to her orgasm as I’m so fucking close to soaring over the edge. Everything feels too much.

How hot her pussy is. The way she snakes and milks my shaft every time I sink deeply into her. Those whimpering moans, the muffled groans, the loud panting, and words of degrading foolishness leave my lips.

This is the man from the cage who devours what he needs and doesn’t care about the consequences.

This is me.

Claiming my territory while giving myself the release I need.

A Ruthless King deserves to reap his rewards whenever he wishes.

This is what she had to remind me of.

My power.

“Cum with me, Eva.” I don’t ask. I’m demanding it as I sink so fucking deep with a final thrust — the action sending her whimpering as her body tenses and goes into a frenzy of quakes.

The moment she chokes my cock, I’m fucking done.

I growl loudly as my orgasm hits me like falling bricks, the sensation so fucking powerful that I’m seeing actual stars.

Eva collapses forward, and I have to grip her thighs to keep myself deep inside. I involuntarily thrust into her a few more times while I’m pouring into her like a leaky faucet not turned off the entire way.

“Fuck,” I drawl out the word breathlessly as I press my finger deeply into her flesh, gripping her one last time before I pull out.

Eva is completely spent as she collapses on the grass. Her ass is still up as she rests on her knees, giving me the opportunity to see how our mixed juices ooze out of her. It’s mesmerizing to watch as I fight for breath, noticing that spiraled madness did appease the noise in my head.

The noise. The ridicule of voices. The rage boiling to come out and let everyone feel its wrath.

For once in so many years, the buzz in my head that goes on for days and nights is silent.

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