Page 69 of Ruthless Kings of Obsession

"Zander, you're?—"

"Let me," he insisted, cutting me off as he used his good hand to tug at the waistband of my leggings. "Don’t think you get to tease me like that and leave me empty-handed."

But I shook my head, brushing his hand away. "Not tonight. You’re still healing. Let me take care of you."

I straddled him carefully, bracing myself on either side of his torso as I sank down onto him. The stretch was exquisite, a gasp tearing from my lips as I took him in fully. His hands found my hips, guiding me despite his injuries, as I began to move.

"Slow," he murmured, his voice raw.

I obeyed, rocking my hips gently, mindful of the bandages wrapping his torso. Zander’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark withneed as he watched me, every movement driving us both closer to the edge.

"You’re perfect," he breathed, his grip tightening just enough to urge me to pick up the pace.

"Zander," I whimpered, the sensation of him filling me overwhelming.

"That’s it," he encouraged, his voice strained. "Come on, Sweet Dynamite. I need to feel you."

His words sent me spiraling, the tension in my body snapping as I fell over the edge, my cries filling the room as I came undone around him. Zander wasn’t far behind, his release leaving him breathless beneath me.

I collapsed onto his chest, my lips brushing against his in a lazy kiss. "Still thriving?" I teased softly.

"Always," he murmured, his voice heavy with satisfaction.

I smiled, pressing another kiss to his lips. "Good. Because I’m not letting you out of my sight until you’re back on your feet. And when you are, you can pull those pigtails as much as you want."

His chuckle was warm and soft. "You’re making promises you can’t take back, Sweet Dynamite."

And for the first time in hours, I laughed, the sound light and full of relief.

Zander's chest rose and fell beneath me, his breathing still uneven but steadier now. The sharp edges of pain that had lined his face softened as he cradled me against him, his fingertips idly tracing circles on my back. For a few fleeting moments, it was just us—no hospital walls, no scars, no demons. Just the sound of our breaths mingling in the stillness.

But then reality crept back in, pulling me with it.

“You’re doing it again,” Zander murmured, breaking the silence.

I tilted my head to look up at him, my brows knitting. “Doing what?”

“That look,” he said, his green eyes locking onto mine. “The one where you start overthinking everything. Regretting everything.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but he silenced me with a finger to my lips. “Uh-uh. Not happening, Sweet Dynamite.”

“Zander—”

“Nope.” He cut me off, his lips twitching into a lopsided grin. “You think I’m gonna sit here and let you spiral when I’ve got you naked and still glowing from what we just did? Absolutely not.”

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “I’m not glowing.”

“Eva,” he said, his tone shifting to something softer, more serious. “You are. You always do, even when you don’t see it.”

His words, earnest and raw, sent a lump rising in my throat. I looked away, but he cupped my chin, gently guiding me back to meet his gaze.

“I’m serious,” he said quietly. “You’re my light, Eva. You keep me going. So don’t you dare start dimming that over Domino or anything else.”

The mention of Domino made my stomach twist, guilt and doubt bubbling to the surface. “I just... I don’t know if I made the right choice, Zander. Letting him live?—”

“Was your call to make,” he interrupted. “And you’ll deal with the fallout if there’s any. But that doesn’t mean you should carry all of it alone.”

His hand slid down to mine, squeezing it gently. “You’ve got me, Sweet Dynamite. Always.”

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