Page 98 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“How do you know that?”

“I like to observe you,” he says with a wink before placing three medicine containers on the counter and a bottle of sealed Fuji water. “Remember?”

“Right, right.” I’m amused by that. “Bunny Stalker.”

He mimics my smirk.

“What’s bothering you?”

“I still don’t have clothes,” I announce, which has him arching an eyebrow my way. “The closet is empty. I know our uniforms are downstairs ‘cause Ares mentioned they would be ironed after they arrive from the dry cleaners, so we’d change into our uniforms after breakfast.”

He tries not to act dissatisfied, but with a slight head bob, he’s going to check the closet himself. The silence makes me wonder if someone is going to lose their job.

No. Lose their life.

I feel both pity for the person but also a bit of giddiness at the idea of Matteo being mad enough to want to spill someone’s blood because I don’t have clothes to wear for breakfast.

Okay, either I’m horny or fucked up in the head.

Have to be the latter option because I enjoyed three hours of passionate sex with Ares last night.

I can’t be horny so soon.

I’m saying that in hopes of convincing my body who's screaming otherwise.

Deciding to get my pills ready, I notice the two bottles of medication and the different names I’ve never heard of before. Lifting them to get a better view of the labels, I end up reaching out for the silver glasses I left on the counter after washing my face.

This set is new as well, which means Matteo somehow knew my exact prescription to be able to get metal spectacles. I can tell from the quality and thickness of the lenses that they ain’t cheap in the slightest.

“Matteo,” I call out to him as I look over my shoulder when I hear his approaching footsteps. “Which medications are…”

I trail off because,damn.

A shirtless Matteo in my doorframe is making me forget any sort of morals I previously carried.

I immediately wish this man wasn’t a gentleman. Let him be impatient in the bedroom as his useless irritable little brother just so I can discover if he has a larger, thicker cock than him.

In all seriousness, Matteo is fucking hot.

Eight pack of chiseled muscle. His thick biceps and perfect pecs. I already envision the plentiful back muscles that would be on display with a mere lift of his arms.

Matteo knows exactly what brand of clothes to wear to hide just how ripped he is.

What is making my stomach flip and my pussy ache in need is the array of scars and tattoos on this man’s flesh. If I was ever impressed with Domino’s appeal, I humbly take it back because he’s nothing compared to this beast before me.

So fucking hot, I’m willing to throw away my morals just to get a chance to ride him.

“Precious,” Matteo begins with a cunning grin that proves he enjoys my obvious shock. “You’re drooling.”

“OH MY GOD, I’m not!” I gasp and look in the mirror, but he’s absolutely right.

Your girl is drooling.Embarrassing!

“Morning lip paralysis!”

“You wouldn’t be able to form words if that was the case, Precious,” he notes in actual mockery, making me blush harder. “I went to medical school in my spare time.”

“Spare time?!” I gasp. “What spare time when you look like a fucking Adonis ready to join the casting for inhuman warriors!” I look him up and down again. “Is that an EIGHT pack? Literally? Eight?!”

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