Page 100 of Ruthless Kings of Obsession

The blindfold presses against my skin, soft but firm, blocking out the world around me. I don’t fight it. This isn’t the first time I’ve been blindfolded—it’s a sensation I know, one I’ve learned to control. When your sight is taken, the world sharpens in other ways: sound, touch, scent.

And right now, everything is sharper. The faint rustle of movement. The hum of overhead lights casting shadows I can barely perceive through the edges of the silk. The warm press of air as bodies move around me.

I shift on the bench, spreading my legs to alleviate the tightness in my shorts. It’s useless. My cock strains painfully, throbbing as I sit here, waiting. Anticipating. I wonder, not for the first time, why I’m here—why I’m letting this happen.

It’s not like the idea of a threesome never crossed my mind. Hell, the thought has lingered more times than I’d care to admit. But it was always easier to push it aside. Easier to pretend it wasn’t something I wanted because—what? Because I didn’t want to admit it to myself? Because I was too much of a coward to try?

No. That’s not it.

It wasn’t cowardice. It was trust.

This world is ruthless. People in it take without asking, without thinking, without caring about limits. You don’t walk into that willingly unless you’re prepared to fight tooth and nail to hold onto who you are. And I’ve fought too damn hard to keep my head above water to let someone pull me under.

But this isn’t just anyone.

It’s Moonflower. It’sGemini.

I trust her, more than I probably should. She’s chaos wrapped in beauty, but she’s also the only person who’s ever understood the shadows I live in—the ones I can’t outrun. She knows my limits. Knows how far to push and when to pull back. And even now, sitting here blindfolded, exposed, and vulnerable, I know she won’t let me drown.

Matteo, though…

That’s new.

I can feel him circling me, his presence commanding even in silence. I get it now—why Eva melts under his gaze, why he has this hold over people. It’s not just the looks, though he’s every bit as intimidating as you’d expect a man like him to be. It’s the authority he carries, the way the air shifts when he walks into a room.

That kind of power is dangerous. It’s magnetic. And it’s exactly why I can’t decide if I should pull back or lean into it.

The sound of movement snaps me out of my thoughts. Before I can orient myself, large hands slide under my tank top. The touch is sudden, rough fingers grazing my skin as they find my nipples. The sharp pinch draws a low groan from my throat, my back arching slightly in response.

“Pay attention,” Matteo’s voice cuts through the haze, low and edged with steel. “I can make this a lot more painful than it needs to be.”

I smirk despite myself, tilting my head in his direction. “I’ll be on my best behavior,” I say, my voice dripping with mock obedience.

The next pinch is harder, and I hiss through my teeth, biting back the urge to push his hands away. His chuckle is dark, filled with something that makes the air between us feel heavier.

“Good boy,” Matteo murmurs, the words sending a strange, electric thrill down my spine.

Before I can retort, warmth envelops me—wet and soft, and entirely too much. My breath catches as I realize what it is: her mouth. Gemini’s mouth.

A groan slips past my lips as she takes me in, her tongue tracing the head of my cock with deliberate precision. My hands grip the edge of the bench, knuckles whitening as I fight the urge to buck into her mouth.

“Fuck…” I mutter, the word barely audible, swallowed by the tension in the room.

Her movements are slow at first, teasing. She hums softly, the vibration shooting straight through me. Every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire, my skin hypersensitive to every flick of her tongue, every shift of her lips.

But then Matteo speaks again, his voice closer this time, and it yanks me back to the present.

“Is this what you want, Hudson?” he asks, his tone calm but probing. “To taste this world? To be part of it?”

I grit my teeth, refusing to answer. His words hit too close to home, peeling back the layers I’ve worked so hard to protect.

“You think you can sit on the edge forever?” Matteo continues, his voice dropping lower. “Dipping a toe in when it suits you, pretending you’re untouchable. Pretending you’re still the good little officer trying to please Daddy.”

My jaw clenches. “Shut up,” I snap, but it lacks bite.

Matteo laughs, the sound soft but laced with triumph. “Did I hit a nerve?”

Before I can respond, Gemini takes me deeper, her pace quickening. The sensation tears a strangled groan from my throat, my body trembling under her touch. The tension coiling low in my abdomen tightens, and I feel like I’m on the verge of breaking apart.

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