Page 142 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

Quiet bliss.

I realize how dangerous this is because there’s no way of going back now. I can’t deprive myself of this at all. Not now when I realize how divine this silence and blissful relief is.

All thanks to Sweet Precious Gem…

Going on my knees, I reach down to loosen the tie around her mouth, giving her the chance to breathe. It doesn’t last for long because I hook my hand along her neck, pulling her up enough so I can kiss her greedily.

She moans into my mouth as I press my cock along her ass between those blistered, red cheeks.

“Don’t moan like that, Eva,” I groan into her mouth, fighting to control myself. “Or we’re not going to school. I’ll take you back home and fuck you all day and night until you’re fucking pregnant.” The words come out in a rush, yet I can’t find a lie in them. I mean everything I say.

“You’re… really rough,” she ends up panting.

“Hate me?” I hesitantly question. I didn’t want to ask so soon, but fuck. I feel this sudden heaviness in my gut.

“No,” she admits. “But if we do that again, we need a safe word ‘cause I was seeing stars at Two.”

Fuck…

“Look at me, Eva.”

She opens her eyes, peering up at me with those glassy eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips. My kiss was too dominating for even the “kiss-proof” lipstick to stand a chance, making my precious look like a hot mess.

A hot mess who got pounded by her King before first period.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” I grunt and kiss her. I need to follow my impulses, or I won’t be able to reel it back in. “Fuck, Eva. Sorry. I wasn’t thinking to that extent.”

That could have triggered a seizure.

She didn’t eat enough breakfast, either.

“No, it’s fine,” she assures me, despite sounding tired. “But you owe me a good lunch because fuck, I’m hungry.”

“I won’t starve you until lunch,” I huff.What kind of King would I be?“You’ll have something in five minutes.”

“Do… we even have any more time?” I can see she’s trying to mentally figure out how much time we took to do our frisky indulgence. I tighten my hold around her neck, drawing her attention to me once more so I can move my grip up to her chin and use my thumb to run along her parted bottom lip.

“I’ll make time,” I vow. She knows I mean it.

“Sometimes, I think you can stop time, honestly,” she mutters but seems relieved. “How’s the silence?”

It takes me a few moments to appreciate the question of what it really means.

What she dared offer me when I didn’t feel like I deserved her compassion.

“Blissful,” I quietly admit. “Evangeline…” I struggle to say my words, but I want her to see the gratefulness and relief in my expression when I say it.

I’ve trained myself for so long to mask my emotions, but for once—for her—I wish for her to acknowledge my intentions.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the moment.

“Thank you, my Ruthless Queen.”

That’s the title she deserves to obtain, for her to ascend to when we’ve gone through more trials that will test us in every way. I know within my heart that starting today until our next rank advancement, things are only going to get chaotic.

Crazier and more dangerous with every day I’m Ruthless King.

Yet, if it means this beautiful, smart, talented woman is respected in this vast world, so be it.

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