Page 80 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

It’s allowing me to accept that my heart may be bigger than what I’d originally given credit for. That I could love Zander and maybe love Ares, too. That I can explore more with Warren without feeling this need to be cautious in discovering who the true man outside of being my bodyguard is.

And then there’s my Bunny Stalker.

Matteo, who seems like the knight in shining armor, is ready to save us all from the madness destined to plague us all in this ruthless world of power and bloodshed.

“You know,” he begins as his tongue trails along my bottom lip. “I really want to fuck you right now.”

“Do you?” The mere fact he voiced that has my core tightening with need.

“Mhmm.”

“And what’s stopping you?”

“Zander said it’s pity sex,” he huffs and even pouts. It makes him look so cute.

“Pity sex?” I sometimes wonder what conversations they have when I’m not around. “I don’t take pity on you.”

“Yeah, but we’re normally doing some sexual shit after I’ve spilled out my emotions to you,” he acknowledges. He doesn’t seem upset by it. He seems curious.

“Why do you look intrigued?” I ask. “And there’s nothing wrong with spilling your emotions to me. You help me tame my panic attacks. That has to prove we rely on one another in our own unique way. I like that. A lot.”

“I’m intrigued because… you’re really the first woman I’ve been comfortable speaking my mind with. Not like I’m not afraid of judgment, but more so… I’ve always felt like you wouldn’t judge me in a negative way. Weird.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I conclude. “Let’s have makeup sex!”

“We didn’t fight.”

“Yes, but we will if you don’t let me ride your cock.”

He’s taken completely surprised by my words and gawking in return, his eyes wide in disbelief. It’s the funniest shit I’ve seen, which is why I’m laughing and covering my mouth, realizing I’ve totally made a mistake by that.

“Cunning Canary,” he begins, and I know I’m in fucking trouble.It makes me snicker.He’s arching his eyebrow as he narrows his eyes. “You did not just laugh at me. Your Ruthless King.”

“I would—” Another snicker cuts my words off, and it takes both my hands to cover my mouth in an attempt to muffle the mocking sound.

The longer I struggle, the deeper his frown gets, making this even more amusing because Ares grimacing is the funniest shit I’ve seen.

That’s exactly what makes me cave.

“Evangeline.” I know I’m in trouble, which is why I’m away from him and back into the closet in a nanosecond. I don’t stand a chance in closing the door in time because this man stops it from closing, leaving me squealing before I give up and race to the end of the closet, wishing there was some hidden opening.

My hand tries to find a lever of some sort before the standing mirror pressed against the end of the lengthy walk-in closet, but it’s nailed to the wall.

“Aww, c’mon! I thought you fuckers would install a hidden door like you do hidden cameras!” I complain and look back to watch this man shut the door and lock it.

Oh… there’s a lock.

I don’t know why my jaw drops at the realization, but I look to my left, then my right, and then behind me to see my reflection to ensure there isn’t any way out. I even look up, only to be greeted by a little skylight.

That’s too high.

Lowering my head invites a devious smirk that forms on Ares's lips as he tilts his head.

“If it makes you feel any better, Matteo suggested we add that.”

“And how would that make me feel better?”

“The idea of having an escape route but being unable to reach it gives you no choice but to acknowledge you’re about to be fucked by your Ruthless King, no matter how many times you beg or scream,” he summarizes as he preys toward me.

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