Page 83 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“Eyes onourreflection, Canary,” he reminds with caution while keeping his voice nice and low.

With how impatient I am, I try not to make an error of judgment as I stare at the way my hands slowly descend the dark-red, buttoned-up blouse. It’s not something I’d wear, but I’m thankful for its easy access—and removal—because it’s sliding off my arms the moment I release the final button.

“Skirt next, Verena.”

“Y-Your hand is in the way,” I mutter because I suddenly feel far too hot.So flustered.

“Is it?” God, this man looks like a carved god under these lights that have dimmed due to our lack of movement. Itaccentuates all his good angles, making him look even more deliciously handsome in my eyes.

Turning me on in more ways than I’d dare admit.

“Our Sweet Canary is a smart one, is she not?” He taunts and kisses my cheek and slowly moves downward, sucking my flesh and making me quietly moan in relief. I thrive on his touch. “Aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” I breathe and groan when he sucks at the sensitive spot on the side of my neck — the healing mark from Zander. It makes me arch my back further into Ares, feeling how his hard-on presses right against my ass.

To feel his tight bulge against my ass only further excites me. I’m sure he can feel the pulsating head of my pussy which may be why he moves the thin lace out the side at that moment and doesn’t hesitate to dive his two fingers in.

I’m thankful for his hand that wraps around my mouth in time to muffle my moan that’s filled with relief as my pussy fights to strangle this man’s fingers.

In hopes they won’t leave until I’ve come all over them.

“My Canary is being greedy today,” he grunts into my shoulder as he trails his tongue along until he’s laying a light kiss on the sensitive mark. “For today, I’ll be merciful.”

His actions seem far different from his words because he pulls his fingers out, making me groan in frustration. He quietly chuckles but lowers his arm so his hand can lift the front part of my skirt so my underwear is exposed. The movement invites a wave of chilled air, forcing me to acknowledge how hot I am in comparison.

“These panties are going to get in my way.” That’s the only warning I get before Ares tugs the material at a perfect angle and force that makes the flimsy garment snap. I’m both impressed and mortified because these panties were a pretty penny.

“Agent Provocateur brand is so pricey yet so weak in material,” he mutters in annoyance, but I know he’s happy these lace panties are so easily destructible. “Oh, well. I’ll buy your far better sets that are worthy of their five-figure price tag.”

Crazy to say it, but I believe he will.

In every fucking color that compliments me.

Tossing the fabric aside, I catch the metal sound of him unbuckling his belt. The rush of fluttering glee and lust dance and coil, making me far too impatient for my own good. Involuntarily, I press my thighs together, hoping to distract myself from how I miss his fingers and how they fill my desperate pussy.

“Best I give you what your pussy is begging for.” His haste heightens my craving, leaving me famished while he’s pulling his cock out and gliding it along my folds.

Watching in the mirror how everything is unfolding is an empowering experience. To witness how I melt for this man that I first despised just like the other Ruthless Kings, yet here I am in the hidden depths of my new empty closet, watching myself in the mirror and ready to be fucked.

While risking being caught.

“If you’re not quiet, Canary, you’ll be punished, hmm,” he notes in warning. “Wouldn’t want to feel what it’s like have leather against your pussy.”

My face is bright red as I realize what he means, my eyes looking for the sight of the belt that he quietly puts on the floor at our feet.

I shiver just at the thought of the painful punishment that would kindle bouts of pleasure.

I’m beginning to realize I have a lot of undiscovered kinks…

My thoughts are gone as fast as they came because Ares doesn’t bother warning me that he’s sliding right in. He just does what any Ruthless King would do.

Claim what he wants in the moment.

Which is me.

He curses as he slides every inch into me while my dragged groan is muffled thanks to his quick instincts to cover my mouth.

“Verena,” he sternly growls. I look at him in the mirror, showing my desperation in my eyes. That has to calm him down enough to let that pass. “Be good and quiet.”

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