Page 6 of Ruthless Kings of Obsession

“Z-Zander,” she gasps when I give her the chance to break the kiss, only to gasp with how I have my hands griping her ass, probing her up further. Her legs wrap around my waist on instinct, leaving me to further press her against the wall. I wish I’d stripped away my groin guard, but it doesn’t stop how hard I am — how tight it is with my cock pressed against the limited space.

I grind into her while we’re kissing once more, and I can’t even comprehend how wet she probably is. After all that adrenaline, here we are, kissing senselessly while wishing we were naked and fucking passionately.

“You think you can push me away, huh?” I pant between kisses as I keep grinding into her, enjoying the sound of her moans and heavy breaths. “You’re delusional. No crazy. Fucking crazy,” I huff and smother whatever she’s going to say in response with my lips.

I won’t dare allow her out of my grasp now. Not when I’ve gotten to witness a glimpse of her mastermind. No other Maiden can compare. No one can get close to how smart she is.

No one could dare love me the way she does.

“B-But,” she pants and dares bite the bottom of my lip, forcing me to flinch as I feel the taste of my own blood.

It makes me smile further as I bore into her widened eyes.

“I’m fucked up, Zander,” she quietly whispers like some sort of revelation. “Fucked. Up. Crazy. You’re not going to accept me. No one is. Not Matteo…not Ares. Heck…Marcus…did…I think?”She doesn’t even sound sure, and I can see the glimpse of confusion beginning to surface in the depths of her pupils.

She’s dancing between personalities.

Just like me.

She gets it.

Gets me.

That’s why we’re the two final pieces of the puzzle.

“I love fucked up,” I whisper boldly as I stare right into her eyes. I need to cut through to her.Cut through the doubt…the voices…the uncertainty.“I’m fucked up. You're fucked up. We’re fucked up together.”

My lips seal hers, as if this is a new vow between us, making me realize how far we’ve gone for one another.How many promises we’ve made and yearn to fulfill?To find someone who’s my match is something I’ve dreamed of and never thought could manifest.

As though I was worthy of manifesting such a blessing.

“You’ll discard me,” she whispers when I break the kiss.

I kiss her.

"You’ll let him destroy me.”

I kiss her again.

“Never,” I groan into her mouth.

“You’ll lose interest in me.”

Another kiss.

“You’re a disease I never want to heal from.”

“That’s not even romantic,” she chokes on tears as I kiss her long and hard.

“Yet it gave you butterflies while you’re wet as fuck,” I groan against her lips. “Now stop thinking you’re not mine because you are.”

She gasps when I grind into her over and over again, feeling the need to let out a rut of release with how hard my cock is. Shemoans and seems to ride my rhythm, the two of us panting and moaning — chasing our own orgasmic reach.

“You’re mine. Mine, mine, mine!” I hiss, fighting against the edge of my climax that’s at my finger’s reach. “I want all your cum pooling in those panties of yours. They’re going to be my souvenir that I’ll keep forever.”

“You’re…are…insane,” she gasps and moans loudly. “Fuck! More. A bit more,” she pleads, which only makes me smile deviously knowing how close she is to edge as I am.

"That’s it, my Sweet Dynamite,” I encourage. “Go off. Let’s ride this wave together.”

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