Page 16 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“Guess that’s a yes,” he states with a head tilt with that robotic voice of his.

I follow his intrigue by mimicking the action before noticing the screen farther to my left and how my heart rate has gone up.

Zander’s movement steals my attention once more, and I’m more turned on when he’s inches from my face while one of his hands lays upon my upper thigh that’s beneath the thin blanket.

His possessive touch with the firm grip sends shivers of lust through me, but it’s those glowing eyes and the imaginative wonder of what expression is beneath his disguise that does sinful things to my insides.

How tingles of desire flutter in my stomach and make my core quiver with need.

“Be calm for me, Dolcezza,” he urges. “Don’t want the nursing staff to realize I’ve kidnapped my prey.”

His prey.

May God help me, I’m ready to commit nothing but sin tonight.

I’m not even religious, but I can’t deny how horny and hot I feel seeing my Masked Lover offer to steal me away from this place. To take me from reality for just a few hours so I can be lost in anything else than the repetitive merry-go-round happening in my mind.

I slowly nod my head, knowing he’s waiting for some sort of response from me. I’m sure he’d want me to use my words—which is why I try to open my mouth and speak—but my Masked Lover is shaking his head slightly.

“The only sounds I want to hear from you tonight are those high-pitched moans after I leave you orgasming all over my tongue.”

My jaw drops. Every form of thought extinguishes. My pussy quivers as though this man’s cock has already been deep inside me and is pulled out to emphasize how I desperately need to be filled once more.

He chuckles at my disbelief, and I’m very positive he can see right through me thanks to my added blushed cheeks, but my Masked Lover is done wasting time.

Actions now, words later.

I can’t comprehend how he manages to get me out of these medical wires without alerting the nursing staff, but I’m not only in his arms in simply a white gown and fuzzy slippers, but we’re in a basement within a few steps.

Or I simply zoned out because of how excited I am to get the fuck out of here.

This could be going against the rules or getting Zander in trouble, but the sense of reason has left this chat of responsibility.

We love breaking the rules.

I realize that now.

Why is there this unique connection between Zander and me that I’m sure neither of us will ever truly understand? How it’s so easy to do these crazy manic things and scenarios simply because we can get away with it. Experience these trials and errors without consequences.

I can break the rules with him and not fear what’s next because I’m confident in his protection. That he’d never betray me because of the oath etched into our very flesh since we made our bargain.

The silhouette of a motorcycle immediately excites me.

I can already feel the adrenaline kicking in at the idea of racing down the streets and feeling the cold air hitting my face. I’m grateful to have a place to recover in quietness and controlled visitors, but a little fresh air would be divine.

A reminder of my sense of freedom.

It doesn’t take long to hear that roaring engine comes to light, and I’m even more thrilled when Zander slides the heavy helmet on my head. It’s not necessarily “heavy,” but with my body still reeling off whatever drugs are in and slowly leaving my system, I guess everything feels “too much” for me to handle.

“It’s a short ride, I promise, Sweet Dynamite,” he assures me. I really wonder if he just has some sort of way of reading my mind, or if I’m just an open book.“Can you guess where we are going?” He lifts the front face cover so he can see my eyes. He’s still wearing his mask, which has me staring into those glowing X eyes.

I think about it, but I feel I know where we’re going.

Hopefully?

Bobbing my head, I enjoy the hint of laughter that echoes through that robotic voice.

“Have you been craving to return to our hidden oasis?”

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