Page 85 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

I’m still catching my breath when he moves and carries me to one of the dressers. Placing me on the top is uncalled for, but I’mfighting to open my eyes wider to see what he’s planning to do as his hands grip my inner thighs to spread my legs.

“Ares,” I pant his name while staring into his taunting eyes.

Oh God. My Ruthless King isn’t done.

“You and I know you want more,” he suggests as if he can read my quivering body that’s fighting to come down from its wild high. “Our Maiden has more stamina than that, yes?”

I hate when things are set up as a challenge because there’s no way for me to refuse.

“Enlighten me, my King,” I encourage. “But I’ll say this. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

I’m doomed.

I just made my bed, and now I have no choice but to lay in it.

“My Sweet Cunning Canary enjoys playing dangerous games,” he grunts venomously as his eyes narrow. “You should try gambling. Maybe you could win.”

“I don’t just win, Ruthless King,” I breathe and don’t break our intense gaze that’s only growing with blazing intent. “I ensure I claim all my prizes.”

He’s a prize.

One I’d never believe would be at my disposal.

Not like this.

When he laughs, I can’t determine if I’ve won or lost. His eyes darken while he spreads my legs as wide as they can go, leaving me vulnerable while his head is between my legs.

I can feel his breath along my dripping pussy, and I can only wonder what a sight it is.

My glistening juices mixed with his semen.

He slowly licks his lips, admiring the mess he made.

“Then claim me, Evangeline,” he boldly encourages. “Just be ready to face the consequences because once I’m attached, Canary, it’s impossible to get rid of me.”

That very well may be a blessing or a curse.

It doesn’t matter because I’ve already made my decision long ago.

I’ll dive into dangerous waters for this set of men.

All I can pray is I come out of the deep waters.

Alive and not six feet under.

With that, I watch my Ruthless King dive in and eat me into ecstatic oblivion.

15

A VILLAIN IN COBRA SKIN

~WARREN~

“Ican barely move. Don’t give me shit.”

There’s barely any light in the depths of this room, but I can clearly see the silhouette that stands on the empty side of the king-size bed.

“I had dibs.” The deep voice that’s thickly laced with sleep belongs to Zander. It’s hard to see him, but the eerie glow of the night lamp reflects in his green eyes.

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