Page 84 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

He knows it’s going to be a challenge because he doesn’t inch into rhythm. He grips my hips firmly, his nails digging into my flesh to keep me still, before he pounds into me at an angle that hits the perfect spot.

My eyes roll back at the overwhelming sensation, and my sharp inhale encourages the muffled, quiet whimpers being absorbed by the palm of his hand.

“Fuck, this pussy of yours,” Ares grunts, and I can tell he’s fighting not to be as loud, if not louder, with every pound he delivers. Each thrust hits home, making my stomach flip and flutter while my core coils and rises with the build of pleasure growing within.

Ares’ cock is throbbing hard, thrusting into me at the perfect rhythm to drive me mad. As if that’s not enough, he forces me to bend over while I outstretch my arms to grab the ledges of the side dressers. That’s the only form of stability I have as he rams into me. He may have thought of taming his pace to make this far more agonizing, but he seems to be losing the battle.

Just like I’m losing the battle to my own orgasm.

The consuming ecstasy hits me out of nowhere—the blissful wave rushing through me like a tidal wave crashing into the shore. I have to fight for my knees not to buckle while a squeak leaves me.

The maids are saying something, but I can’t comprehend any of it because Ares is still pounding in and out of me while Iride through my orgasm, leaving me to fight every need to moan loudly.

“Barely fucked you and you’re already strangling my cock with this greedy pussy of yours, Sweet Canary,” Ares teases into my ear, his hot breath fanning against the back of my ear and side of my neck. Having him bent over with me makes his cock hit a different angle that drives me wild all over again. “You better grip those ledges harder. This is going to be a bumpy ride.”

He means every word as he grips me roughly while fucking me.

I don’t know if it’s the angle, the palpable intimacy, or how he moans ‘Verena’ again and again. Whatever it is, I know I’ll not only crave it again, but I’ll easily be addicted to trying dangerous instances that can get us caught.

No, I’m not afraid of getting caught. In fact, I want to, knowing damn well no one can say a word to my Ruthless Kings.

That’s really what it comes down to because Ares’ grunts and curses are getting louder and louder with every thrust.

“At this rate, you’re not sleeping in Zander’s bed tonight,” he grunts as he’s pounding so deep and fast, I’m not sure he’ll last any longer. “I’m gonna fuck you all night long. Until you miss my cock, Verena.” He groans impatiently. “I may struggle to hate you, but I can certainly fuck you when I want, and you just have to take it.”

I’m sure he’s saying anything to convince himself more than me, but I don’t mind because I’m too far down this rabbit hole to think straight.

His fingers slide through my hair, easily getting tangled before he forces my head up, so I have no choice but to look in the mirror and see my sultry expression. I’m so far gone, my body doing everything to meet Ares’ thrusts halfway.

To inch me closer to an orgasm that will make me cave.

The original goal of being quiet is long gone—the two of us so fucking close as our heated gazes are locked on one another through our reflection.

It’s hard to describe how surreal this is.

To see the immense chemistry between us now that we’re standing deep in this closet, connected, riding this rollercoaster ride and tipping the edge that will plunge us into a pool of bliss.

No layers of clothing.

Our strands of hair a wild mess.

Sweat dripping along our bodies.

Our pleasurable moans dancing against the walls.

“Ares…” It’s the only warning he needs as he further pulls my hair back, forcing me to lift my top half so we’re both standing.

“Eyes on my reflection, Canary,” he urges as he lets go of my hair and keeps the momentum of his thrusts. I don’t know what he’s thinking as he is still deep inside me, only to move far too fast as he lifts me.

I can’t manage a squeal because his cock is now back inside me and is fucking me at a ferocious pace that has me crying in ecstasy in five swift seconds.

“ARES!” The whole floor could fucking hear me, and honestly, I can’t care because of the wave of pleasure that consumes me until I see stars as my whole body convulses.

Even with me cumming, he still pounds maddeningly into me, grunting and moaning my name until he finally curses and sinks nice and deep inside me.

“FUCK!” He curses and lets out a drawled moan as he grips me for dear life. I’m sure the moment he releases me, my thighs and sides of my waist will be bruised, but I don’t care.

That was sensational.

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