Page 122 of The Rival's Obsession
Fuck, I want it all.
Eve drops to her knees like a priestess at the altar of sin, murmuring something wicked before wrapping one hand around each of us. She strokes us slow—almost reverent. Hertongue teases my tip before she shifts to Dante’s, and back again, keeping us both painfully hard.
His cock is so fucking long. Thick. And God, I want it.
Eve looks so small against him, her mouth struggling to swallow down as much of his shaft as she can. Her hand circling him, but his girth still overwhelming her reach.
It’s when her lips leave Dante that he threads his fingers in mine and guides me to him.
“Come here.”
He grips my jaw and kisses me.
Open-mouthed.
Demanding.
And I let him.
No—I take him back. Tongue tangling. Breath catching. Our cocks pressed side by side, slick in Eve’s hands as the heat between us explodes.
His hand fists in my hair. I groan into his mouth.
I kiss him like I’ll never get another chance.
Because for twenty years, I didn’t believe I deserved one.
But tonight?—
Tonight, I take it.
The kiss ends too soon, but the heat doesn’t.
Dante doesn’t step away. His mouth lingers near mine, breath hot. Eve’s still on her knees between us, her hands stroking us slow, her eyes dark with something deeper than lust.
Dante’s hand slides lower—fingers wrapping around my cock. He strokes me once. Twice. His grip firmer than hers. A little rough. Like he knows what I like even though I’ve never told a soul.
Eve leans in, taking the head of me into her mouth again, tongue circling, cheeks hollowing.
Dante’s hand never leaves, stroking me while she sucks me.
“Do you want me?” he murmurs, voice low. Velvet and sin.
My heart stutters. My hips twitch.
He squeezes gently, forcing the air from my lungs.
“Say it,” he breathes, nose brushing mine.
I don’t answer right away. I can’t. My mind reels, body tight and trembling, held between their mouths and hands like a crucible. Everything I’ve run from pressing in all at once.
“Dimmi che mi vuoi, Lucciolina.”
?*I don’t know what he’s asking but I know I can’t lie anymore.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Exhale through gritted teeth. My voice barely a whisper.
“Yes,” I rasp. “I want you.”
