Page 19 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

That’s my newfound fear as I tug off my shirt and throw it away.

My eyes suck in the naked beauty beneath me. I don’t care about the bruises, the blemishes, the obvious trauma written all over beautiful pale flesh. It’s not as though it’s not important.

It is. Very vital for me to take in, inch by inch, but when I’m immersed in Dolcezza’s orbit, I can shut off that part of my brain that begs for my cooperation. To gather the names of every single person involved in that fucked up madness on the ice.

I know who placed Gemini on the ice, but I’ll deal with that bullshit at a later agenda. Despite their involvement, there are a lot more strings being pulled with Domino as the desperate ringleader.

That’s why I have to do this.

Allow me this moment to get lost in this lustful tornado that’s seconds from destroying us. Let it riddle me senseless until I’m sexually appeased and able to concentrate on the vital actions that need to be done for us to come out champions in this unexpected battle.

Meeting those gorgeous eyes of her, I can’t help but acknowledge how they’re still glassy and red. My poor Sweet Dynamite is hurting so much, she can’t even hide it with her fierce fury.

Death frightened her.

It’s not like she hasn’t faced death in the face. She’s done so plenty of times—many instances where I probably wasn’t in her life. This instance, however, left a dangerous wound in her depths.

One that will leave a scar and take time to heal.

That’s why we need to do this. Get this urge appeased and forget about the world, even if it’s just for a few hours.

I had the intention of unbuttoning my pants, but instead, my hands seek to comfort my broken doll, their rough surface pressing against those flushed yet wet cheeks. My touch makesthose eyes begin to water once more, encouraging me to lean down until our lips are one.

Despite time being the enemy tonight, my passion can aid in bandaging my baby’s wounds. Every kiss reminds her of every breath of life. Every suck gets those quiet moans and gasps to flourish from her aching throat. My hands move along her body and grip her with the intention of proving that she isn’t alone on that chilled surface.

My words are going to be the catalyst of this neck arc that’s awaiting its grand debut.

I can’t wreak havoc unless my Queen is on our side.

That’s why this starts with me.

That’s why I must be the true leader of this movement so our Queen can ride at our side.

Not behind, hidden in the shadows, but next to us as we walk into this next phase together.

A Ruthless Unit of Havoc waiting to claim our prey.

“Don’t cry, Sweet Darling,” I coo to her tenderly. “Are you in pain?”

She shakes her head, muffling a sob.

“Then why are you crying, Dolcezza?”

She looks up at me with those vulnerable eyes. It takes me everything not to go along with the plan and go seek revenge first.

“You’re not disgusted?”

My confusion is obvious for once because it shows all over my face.

“Disgusted by what?”

“Me.”

“Gemini,” I use this name with a hint of firmness. “Why would I be disgusted by you?”

“Look?” She gestures to herself as if we’re not looking at the same person. “I’m… far from perfect now. I’m ugly. Withall these bruises, I look like shit. Even without my glasses and blurry vision, I can see the truth. Why… why…”

I have to sigh because it hurts to admit how much her words dig into my chest. My restraint is being tested now because someone deserves to die tonight.

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