Page 17 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

I’d be lying if I said I secretly wasn’t.

My head bobs in approval.

“My Dolcezza’s addicted to me, hmm?”

Yes? No? Maybe so? Do I really care? Not right now.

“I have a special treat for you, but you’ll have to be at full strength for that one.”

I’m tempted to argue. I hate being perceived as weak to him.

“Not to say you can’t do it now,” he continues, watching me carefully. “But… it requires fewer clothes.” His head lowers ever so slightly. “And some chasing.”

My left eyebrow arches because I can only wonder who will be doing the chasing.

Will he be chasing me, and if that requires fewer clothes, I’m very curious as to what that will lead to.

“My Dolcezza is a curious one.” He lifts the mask just halfway now, showing his grinning wide lips and those beautiful white teeth. “Are you getting wet at the idea of me chasing you?”

I can’t stop my cheeks from burning up. I’m even more thankful to be already sitting on this bike, or else I’d be forced to press my legs together to tame the scent of my arousal.

Then I remember one minor detail.

It has me frowning in seconds before I give him a stoic stare.

“Ah. You realize, hmm?” He chuckles and lowers the face cover of my helmet so he can ignore my brewing glare.

“Don’t be mad.” He moves behind me and doesn’t hesitate to get on. “I’m not in charge of the underwear department.”

I let out an odd noise, which is as close to a huff as I can make right now.

Zander just laughs, the hearty sound following with him gripping the sides of my waist and deliberately moving me farther back against him so my bare pussy will glide along the leather seat.

“Get more excited, Dolcezza.” I can barely hear his next words over my racing heart. “You need to be dripping for your Ruthless King by the time we get to our secret oasis, for I won’t have the patience to go easy on you.”

He needs to start moving and stop talking with that sinful, velvety voice of his.

Deciding not to torture me further, he makes sure I’m secure before he grips the handlebars and roars the bike to life a few times. Then we’re slowly moving into a long tunnel that’s barely illuminated.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious as to how Zander knows the inside of such a place that seems rather exclusive to whoever owns this private facility complex, but this could be Zander’sway of proving that there are many layers of him I’ve yet to see in action.

Randomly being able to successfully kidnap me to his secret cabin is indeed a skill set I didn’t expect him to initiate in another man’s domain.

Will Bunny Stalker notice my absence?

The question is gone before I can comprehend it because light flickers at the end of the tunnel, which encourages Zander to further roll the throttle and send the bike to high speeds. I’m in tune with it all, the exhilaration of leaving the tunnel and entering the windy atmosphere that shows the miraculous views of forestry, mountains, and vast water.

I’m left speechless because it’s very clear this is not anywhere near Leighton’s Residence or close to where the cabin was.

In fact, are we even in the same country?

I’m left speechless because the immediate realization has me feeling as though I’ve truly run away from the enemy who made it his life mission to ruin me. For a moment, I’m away from his clutches, in a place he wouldn’t dare try to travel to when so much is at stake with this gala approaching.

How these men managed to get me out of the country, unconscious, would be a discussion for another day, but the realization pulls a different set of heartstrings when we’re reaching a stone path that leads upward upon a mountain.

By the time we finally come to a stop, I can barely contain my tears because the view, matched with the gorgeous and modern glass and matte black house before us, leaves me speechless.

“I think you can guess this isn’t really our secret oasis,” Zander begins, and I realize his mask is gone from how clear his voice is. He remains in place, holding me from the side of my hips, but his chin is resting on my shoulder, his lips teasing my flesh just above our carved mark.

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