Page 10 of Pucking Obsessed

And he is jealous.

I’m in a polyamorous relationship with these men, where they support each other like brothers.

Yet D’Angelo is still possessive of me and needs time alone when it’s just the two of us.

Eden needs his own space.

And Shay?

He experiences jealousy because he can’t have as close a relationship as D’Angelo and Eden have with me.

It’s normal in any relationship because everybody has their own needs, traumas, and triggers. I love that these men have let me in enough, trusting me with their pasts. Now, we can work on what our futures should look like together.

If we can survive this season.

D’Angelo’s expression darkens. “Don’t you think that there could be another reason that my principessa could be on her knees for me?”

I blush.

Wait, does D’Angelo think that I threw myself enthusiastically off the couch in order to wrap my lips around his admittedly impressive cock?

I deliberately pull my hair in front of my face to hide my flaming cheeks.

Shay shrugs. “If you say so, darlin’. But tell me to fuck off if I’m interrupting something important. I know that my brother and I are getting in the way of your break here. It was brilliant of you to invite us along too. I never thought that trash like us could holiday in a place like this. But I know that this is your home and not ours. I get that you’ve known each other since college. You’re Robyn’s first love. I’m only your sub. If you’d prefer it to be just Robyn and you—”

D'Angelo growls, raising the rose to press it across Shay’s lips to silence him.

“Are you threatening me with a flower, darlin’?” Shay mumbles.

“I’ll threaten you with a spanking, if you put yourself down again. I dare you to say another word about this.”

Shay cocks his head like he’s deciding whether to brat or not.

He’s definitely going to brat.

I bite my lip.

It’s hot watching these men together. They’re always one spark away from hate sex.

“One word,” Shay whispers.

D’Angelo grabs Shay by the scruff of the neck. When he squeezes just on the side of too harsh, Shay melts like it’s a caress.

D’Angelo holds the rose, as if it’s a blade, across Shay’s throat. The thorns on the stem dig into his delicate, pale skin but don’t make him bleed.

Unless he moves…

I watch Shay and D’Angelo with wide eyes.

Shay swallows.

He’s breathing fast, but his pupils are dilated with both fear and anticipation.

D’Angelo’s silky hair tumbles across Shay’s cheek, and his lips graze against his ear. “You’re notonlya sub. You’remysub. I expect you to be proud of that.”

“I am,” Shay murmurs.

“Then act like it. This beach house is Eden and your home too.” D’Angelo pushes the thorns more forcefully against Shay’s skin.

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