Page 82 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“I can appreciate both sides,” she argues. “But yes, I’d lean toward Miss Prescott, anyway.”

I’m smiling from ear to ear while Ares is giving me a look that screams, ‘You’re in so much trouble.’

I have to stop myself from squealing as he carries my weight with ease and walks back until we’re before the mirror. Allowing me to lower my legs when he comes to a stop, I can only get so far out of his embrace because the moment I turn away, he has me back in his grasp, hands gripping the sides of my waist possessively.

He presses me against him as his left arm firmly wraps around my waist, forcing me to remain still.

“Move an inch away from me and I’ll make sure they both hear the way I fuck you senseless,Verena.”

There’s a way he says my name and still uses that identity that drives me crazy.

My legs are quivering with impatience while I’m trying not to show just how hot it is to watch this man observe me from the mirror.

“Far too many clothes on,” he grunts impatiently to himself as he admires me like I’m a piece of artwork that deserves his utmost attention. Having him pressed against me, inhaling his rich cologne, and listening to how his breath is all over the place is driving me insane.

His touch electrifies me, sending prickles of heat through me as he trails his fingers delicately along my cheek and down the side of my neck. Watching him in the mirror while acknowledging how desperate I look for his touch makes mycheeks further flush. I try to look away, but Ares won’t have any of that.

“Oh no, my Shy Canary. We aren’t having any of that,” he whispers, being more cautious since we have company on the other side of this door. We’ve been quiet thus far, but the floors are wood, and I can only imagine one single step can make a noise that ensures we’re caught in the act.

God… that excites me.

Being caught red-handed.

My Ruthless King’s cock deep inside me while I’m planted against him, naked and dripping wet.

The tilt of my head forces me to acknowledge Ares’ firm grip on my chin. He kisses me furiously as if I’ve done something wrong.

“And what are you imagining, hmm?” He grunts and bites the bottom of my lip. Pulling it slightly only sends quivers through me, and the pinch of pain encourages spikes of pleasure that follow. My pussy is fluttering in impatience. “You better be thinking about me and only me, Verena,” he seethes.

“What if I don’t feel like it?”

I’m playing with fire.

“Feel like it?” He grins as though I’ve offered him a challenge he can’t refuse.Maybe I have.“Nothing about this revolves around what you want.”

His hand is between my legs and cupping my pussy in a flash, making me gasp.

“Did you hear something?” We both still as the wild pounding of my heart only grows louder. Straining my ears to catch the response, I grasp the other maid’s reply.

“I just moved the lamp over to dust it.”

“Oh. I thought I heard something.”

“No one else is here on this floor. Sir Leighton did order for the closet to be cleaned later because they’re going to organize it or something. One less thing to worry about.”

When the conversation seems like it’s ended there, I can only hold my breath because we aren’t out of the trenches yet.

I should say “me” and not we.

“Look at you? Frightened to get caught, yet your pussy is hot and needy,” he growls into my ear before he lightly tugs on my ear lobe. I watch it all play out in the mirror, my eyes fluttering as I take in every sensation.

His fingers press deeper into the lace panties that I know are soaked, and it takes immense resilience not to moan the way I want. My whimper makes him grin in satisfaction, knowing he has me exactly where he wants me.

“Still too many clothes,” he notes disapprovingly. “Be a good girl and unbutton your shirt, Sweet Canary.” I’m hesitant, but I don’t want to defy him this time around.

Goodness, I just want to ride his cock already.

Lowering my eyes to the buttons of my shirt, I don’t get far in fumbling the first button before Ares is whispering in my ear.

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