The chuckle that follows sends a chill down my spine.
“Good answer,” Matteo murmurs.
His hands are on me again, his fingers finding my nipples through the fabric of my tank. He pinches, hard enough to make me groan, the sharp sensation blending with the pleasure from Gemini’s mouth in a way that’s maddeningly overwhelming.
His lips brush against the side of my neck, the heat of his breath making my skin prickle.
“Final question,” Matteo whispers, his voice like velvet. “Are you going to bend, Ren?”
I can feel his smirk against my skin, his confidence, his control. I should push back, should fight it, but instead, my bodyresponds instinctively—a low groan escapes me, my shoulders relaxing under his touch.
I don’t have the energy to fight. I’m too far gone, too close to the edge, too consumed by the way Gemini’s mouth works me over and the way Matteo’s presence overwhelms every inch of my senses.
“I’ll bend,” I mutter, my voice shaky but firm. “Whatever way you want, as long as it pleases Gem.”
Matteo pulls back slightly, and I can feel the satisfaction radiating off him.
“Good boy,” he says, his tone dripping with approval. “Gemini, reward him.”
Her pace changes instantly, no longer slow and teasing. She takes me hard and fast, her tongue and lips working me over with unrelenting precision. My hands grip the edges of the bench, my nails biting into the wood as my body tenses.
A groan tears from my throat, but before the sound can escape fully, Matteo’s mouth is on mine. His kiss is rough, demanding, his tongue sliding against mine as he swallows the sound.
I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but feel.
The kiss is a command, a claim, and it’s enough to send me over the edge. My body stiffens as the tension in my core snaps, pleasure crashing over me in a wave so intense it leaves me shaking.
Gemini moans softly, the vibration sending one last jolt through me as she takes everything I give her. The sound is muffled by Matteo’s mouth, his lips still pressed against mine as he kisses me through my release.
The room is silent for a moment, save for the sound of my heavy breathing. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, my head spinning as the blindfold is suddenly tugged free.
The light is blinding at first, but my vision adjusts quickly, and the first thing I see is Gemini.
She’s still on her knees, her lips parted slightly as she tilts her head back to meet my gaze. Her cheeks are flushed, her chest rising and falling with every shallow breath. She moves slowly, deliberately, gliding off my cock with a grace that’s almost maddening.
And then she opens her mouth, her tongue darting out to show me the pooling release before she swallows it down.
“Fuck,” I curse, my voice hoarse. “Gem…”
She smirks, her expression a perfect blend of mischief and satisfaction.
“If you don’t hop on my cock right now—” I start, my voice rough with lingering frustration.
She arches a brow, her smirk widening as she stands, her movements slow and deliberate. But instead of straddling me immediately, she glances at Matteo, as if waiting for his permission.
His lips curve into a grin, wide and knowing, as he steps back to give her space.
“Don’t keep your Ruthless King waiting,” he says, his tone laced with amusement.
Gemini’s smirk turns wicked as she looks back at me, her hands trailing down her thighs as she climbs onto my lap.
She positions herself over me, her fingers wrapping around my cock as she guides it to her entrance.
But before she sinks down, she leans in, her lips brushing against my ear.
“I’ll move,” she whispers, her voice dripping with promise, “but only if I get to feel what it’s like having both my Kings at once.”
Her words send a jolt through me, my eyes widening slightly as I glance at Matteo.