Page 7 of Ruthless Kings of Obsession

I hitch into her enough to set us both off — the two of us outcrying in ecstasy as bliss takes over.

No one could tell me she wasn’t destined for me.

No one is as fucked up as us.

To be fucking like some sort of celebration after we witnessed the downfall of someone who thought would be one of us.

And we’d do it again.

“You’re our Ruthless Queen,” I whisper into her neck and lightly nip at her flesh. “Do I need to get that tattooed on my cock, too?”

She snickers at that, as she tightens her hold of me around my neck.

“Maybe.”

“You know I would do it.”

“God, I know,” she mutters. “The others…”

“Are going to be just fine with what you did,” I assure her.

My brain has already been thinking about the various scenarios, but truthfully, I’m not worried.

Matteo won’t give a fuck. In fact, he’s probably proud as fuck like me.

Ares, I’m not sure, but he’s too far into our Sweet Dynamite to give a fuck. Every interaction we deal with seems to taint him more and more.

As for Marcus, I wonder where he stands.

Not even a Ruthless King and yet he’s vitally important in maintaining our reign.

If Domino is trying to get rid of him somehow, it means he’s important.

How important though? What’s his past with our Gemini? With our Eva.

Pigtails.

That’s what he calls her.

“Zander.” I hear the hitch of concern in Eva’s voice, but it’s not out of fear.

It’s a warning.

We’re no longer alone.

“You armed, Sweet Dynamite?” I whisper.

“Knifey.”

I give her a look and she dares to smile as I allow her legs to untangle from me, lowering her back to the ground.

“You have to get that blade a new name.”

“You sound like Ares,” she whispers, but her eyes are dancing around behind me, analyzing the shadows and mist that hide whoever is hiding in hopes of an ambush. “Deep down you love it.”

It won’t be that easy.

“Sadly,” I confess and for a second, I allow myself to stare solely into her eyes. “I love you, Evangeline.”

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