Page 103 of Ruthless Kings of Obsession

He’s grinning too wide now, his expression filled with a dangerous kind of amusement.

“Deal,” he murmurs.

And I realize, in that moment, that I’ve just passed the test.

Triple Threat Of Lust

~GEMINI~

Fuck…this feels good.

My heart pounded, a relentless drumbeat against my ribs as I lowered myself onto Ren. The stretch of him was overwhelming—familiar yet somehow foreign in its intensity. My thighs trembled with the effort to take him, to own this moment, and I couldn’t suppress the breathy moan that escaped my lips when I finally settled, his length filling me completely.

Ren let out a low groan beneath me, his hands gripping my hips with enough force to anchor me, and I couldn’t help but shiver. He felt good, almost too good, his heat sinking into me in a way that made my head spin. I tried to steady my breathing, to reclaim some semblance of control, but every nerve in my body seemed alive, tingling with sensation.

His voice broke through the haze, deep and throaty. “You look so good like this, Eva. Bold suits you.” His fingers flexed against my skin, a not-so-subtle reminder of his restraint.

I tilted my head to meet his gaze, my lips curling into a slow, teasing smile. “Bold,” I echoed, testing the word. It felt foreign on my tongue, yet thrilling in its weight.

But before I could respond, a new energy drew my attention. Matteo circled us like a predator, his dark eyes fixed on me, sharp and assessing. The way he moved—calculated, deliberate—sent a shiver down my spine. He didn’t need to say a word to command the space. It belonged to him, just as I did.

I swallowed hard, refusing to look away as his lips quirked into a faint smirk. His voice was low, a rumble of heat that settled over my skin. “Is this your idea of a reward, my queen? Teasing your husband with a show after his approval gave you this?” He gestured to Ren with a flick of his fingers, the motion dismissive but charged.

I grinned, emboldened by the dark glint in Matteo’s eyes. “Why would I rewardyou?” I asked, my voice light, mocking. “You’re the one who allowed this to happen, aren’t you?” My fingers trailed idly over Ren’s chest, feeling the way his muscles tightened under my touch. “Shouldn’t Ren be the one to thank?”

Matteo’s expression hardened, his smirk sharpening into something predatory. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as he loomed over us. “Careful, Eva,” he murmured, his tone a dangerous mix of warning and promise. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

I shrugged, rolling my hips against Ren to emphasize the point. His head fell back, a groan tearing from his throat as his grip on my waist tightened. “Maybe I like the danger,” I shot back, my voice breathy but defiant.

The air shifted, thickening with tension as Matteo moved behind me. His hands found my hips, firm and commanding, before sliding up my sides in a slow, deliberate caress. “Tell me,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. “Is it your first time back here?”

My cheeks burned, but I didn’t falter. “Yes,” I admitted, the word slipping out on a whisper.

“Then we’ll do it right,” Matteo said, his tone softening just enough to make my heart race faster. His hands gripped me more firmly, holding me in place as he glanced around. “But it seems we’re missing something. No lube.”

I bit back a laugh, my lips twitching despite the heat pooling low in my belly. “What kind of gym doesn’t stock the essentials?” I teased, glancing over my shoulder.

Matteo chuckled darkly, his fingers brushing along the curve of my spine, sending a shiver through me. “Looks like we’ll need to improvise.”

Ren shifted beneath me, his smirk returning as he looked up at Matteo. “Come here,” he drawled, his voice rich with amusement. “I think I’ve got it handled.”

Matteo stepped to Ren’s side, his movements unhurried. I swallowed hard as my gaze dropped to where his cock jutted out, thick and heavy. Before I could overthink it, I reached out, wrapping my hand around the base and stroking him slowly. His breath hitched, his restraint visible in the way his jaw clenched.

Ren leaned closer, his tongue flicking out to taste Matteo’s length. The sight was mesmerizing—Ren’s movements deliberate, his lips trailing wet heat along Matteo’s cock. Matteo groaned, his head tipping back slightly as Ren took him deeper, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

“Fuck,” Matteo muttered, his voice rough. “Didn’t think you’d be good at this.”

Ren pulled back with a smirk, his lips glistening. “Why do you think your wife kept me around so long?” He leaned in again, this time taking Matteo fully, his jaw slackening as he worked with a deliberate, messy rhythm.

I watched, captivated, as Ren trailed his teeth along Matteo’s length, drawing a hiss from him. Heat coiled low in my belly, theintensity of the moment sinking into my skin. When Ren finally released him, Matteo’s cock glistening and slick, Matteo’s eyes snapped to mine, blazing with renewed hunger.

Matteo moved behind me again, his hands sliding down my back before gripping my waist. He pressed against me, the hard length of him teasing my entrance. “Kiss him,” he murmured, his voice rough with command.

I hesitated for only a moment before turning to Ren. His gaze held mine, smoldering with unspoken challenge. I leaned in, brushing my lips against his, soft at first, before the kiss deepened. Matteo’s taste lingered on his tongue, sharp and intoxicating, as our mouths moved together in a frantic, desperate rhythm.

When I finally pulled away, my breath came in short gasps. Matteo cupped my jaw, tilting my head back as he claimed my lips with an intensity that stole what little air I had left. His cock pressed more insistently against me, the teasing slide of him making me weak.

Ren’s hands remained on my hips, steadying me as Matteo’s movements became more deliberate. Every touch, every sound, every heated glance tangled together, pulling me deeper into the chaos of their desire.

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