Page 101 of Ruthless Kings of Obsession

“Stop lying to yourself,” Matteo says, his voice a growl now. “You want this. You want her. You want the power that comes with stepping into this world fully.”

I shake my head, but it feels half-hearted. His words burrow into my chest, heavy and unrelenting.

“You want to be a Ruthless King, Ren?” Matteo’s hand clamps down on my shoulder, grounding me, anchoring me. “Then act like one. Own this moment. Stop hiding behind what’s safe. What’s easy.”

Gemini’s tongue does something devastating, and my breath hitches, my head tilting back as I let out a low, guttural moan.

My mind races, Matteo’s words crashing against my defenses like waves against a crumbling shore. He’s not wrong. That’s the worst part. He’s not fucking wrong.

I can’t stay in the middle forever.

I can’t keep pretending I don’t want this, pretending I’m not already in too deep.

Matteo’s grip tightens slightly, and his voice softens, though it loses none of its intensity.

“Make your choice, Hudson,” he whispers, his breath warm against my ear. “You can’t have both. You can’t go back. Not now. Not after this.”

And as Gemini takes me to the edge, her mouth and hands working in perfect rhythm, I feel the truth in his words like a blade pressed against my throat.

There’s no going back.

My breath hitches as her mouth works me over, each movement deliberate and devastating. Every stroke of her tongue, every swirl of her lips drives me closer to the edge, my body trembling under her touch. I can feel it building, the heat coiling tight and unrelenting, threatening to spill over.

She knows exactly what she’s doing.

It’s maddening, the way Gemini draws out every ounce of tension, every moment of aching pleasure. I can’t see her—can only imagine the way she looks with her lips wrapped around me, her hair brushing against my thighs, her eyes sharp and defiant.

The blindfold robs me of sight, but it sharpens everything else. The wet heat of her mouth. The slick slide of her tongue. The low hum in her throat that vibrates through me. My hands clench into fists on my thighs, nails digging into my skin as I fight the urge to buck into her, to take control.

And then, just as the peak is within reach, she slows.

I hiss through my teeth, my head tilting back in frustration as the overwhelming pressure in my core eases, leaving me teetering on the edge.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my voice tight and ragged.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Matteo’s voice cuts through the haze, calm but laced with warning. “You don’t get to enjoy the peak unless you follow orders.”

Orders?

My teeth grind together, irritation flaring despite the heat still pooling low in my abdomen. But before I can spit out a retort, Gemini moves again, her pace deliberate and torturously slow. My body jerks in response, another frustrated growl slipping past my lips.

“Damn it, Gem…”

She pulls back slightly, her tongue teasing the sensitive tip of my cock, her nails grazing the inside of my thighs. Every touch sends jolts of pleasure through me, but it’s not enough.

“I’m all in,” I say suddenly, the words tumbling out in a voice rough with need.

There’s a pause—just a heartbeat—but it feels heavy. Charged.

“I want this,” I continue, my breathing uneven. “I want to be a Ruthless King. Permanent. No one’s taking this from me.”

There’s silence for a moment, save for the sound of my own ragged breathing. Then Matteo speaks, his tone sharp as a blade.

“Even if the royal elite doesn’t want you at the final ascension? Even if they try to strip it from you? Even if society turns against you because you’re the new dog in the pack?”

His words hit like a challenge, each one cutting deeper than the last. I bite down on my lip, my pulse thundering as Gemini moves again, this time faster, harder. Her mouth takes me in with devastating precision, and a groan rumbles from deep in my chest.

“I’ll fight my way to stay,” I growl, my voice low but resolute. “Only death can take me out.”

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