Page 27 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

My moans and screams are wild and free. My whimpering begs and desperately drives him to continue to pound into me.

I can’t escape his clutches, especially as my orgasm is seconds from completely tearing through me. My defiant desperation to get out of his hold only sets him off to move faster.

To send me over the edge before I can grasp the idea of leaving his captivity.

“That’s it, Dolcezza. Let me see you cum all over this bed.” He hammers into me at a sudden rapid pace that has me not only catapulting over the edge into ecstasy but has me squirting like he commanded.

It surprises me, yet I can’t focus on the newly experienced achievement because this orgasm is riddling me senseless.

“Fuck!” I curse as I grip the silky sheets, as though it’ll stop the pleasure rattling through every inch of my body. I’d never had such a strong orgasm, not to the point of squirting. My breathlessness, matched with my wide eyes, gives Zander all the info he needs.

I see the way that imaginary lightbulb goes off in Zander’s eyes while realization and cunning excitement blossom on his sinister face.

“Did I unlock a new level in my Dolcezza’s paradise?”

I’m still catching my breath, but I defiantly shake my head.

“You can’t lie to me, Gemini.” Now it feels weird to hear him call me that now that he knows my true name. “Be prepared to experience that all the time.”

“All the time?” I gasp in horror.

That gives him a moment of hysteria as he genuinely laughs at me.

“Oh yes, Darling,” he warns and pulls his cock out so he can let some of his release ooze onto my folds. “Now, you’re going to do that again, but I’m going to enjoy the luxury of trapping every droplet with my mouth.”

He licks his lips for added measure, confirming he’ll keep his word.

My jaw goes slack.

My cheeks are as hot as ever.

My mind is questioning mine and his morals.

I may have unlocked a monster.

7

AN ALLIANCE WORTHY OF MAYHEM

~GEMINI~

“Please!”

This man is the only one who can make me beg.

Unapologetically beg for him to ruin me.

There has to be something in the air because we’ve been fucking for surely hours, and my body is still burning with heat—yearning forthose explosive orgasms that set the blaze of pleasure at ease. Just enough for me to fight for breath and not lose consciousness entirely.

Then the cycle begins all over again.

I’m drenched in sweat.

The sheets are wet.

I’m sure this is against any doctor’s orders after all my seizures, but I’m sure Zayn doesn’t give a shit about medical protocols. Not when his pierced manhood is so deep inside my pulverized pussy that I’m sure his very tip is hitting my womb.

God, he’d love being able to claim responsibility for getting me pregnant.

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