Ruthless Kings of Obsession (Leighton Royals University #3)

33. Bend Me Over

Bend Me Over

~ G EMINI~

Matteo’s words linger in the air, dark and edged with heat. He radiates authority, but I’ve never been one to simply obey, not anymore. Not after everything that’s changed. Everything *he* changed in me.

I hum in defiance, the sound low and laced with challenge as I straighten instead of bending over. My lips curve into a smirk as I meet his gaze. “Make me.”

The muscles in Matteo’s jaw tense, his restraint thinning into a dangerous thread. His dark eyes gleam with unrestrained desire and something else—pride, perhaps. Pride in the feral creature I’ve become under his watch, forged in the fires of chaos and obsession.

He moves faster than I expect, his hands gripping my hips and spinning me around until my back is flush against his chest. The hard ridge of his arousal presses against my ass, igniting a surge of heat between my thighs. His hand cups the back of my neck, not harshly, but firm enough to send a shiver down my spine. The air between us feels combustible.

“Precious Gem,” he rasps, his voice a low growl that seems to resonate in my bones. “You’re playing with fire.”

“And you love it,” I counter, my voice breathless but unwavering.

The corner of his lips twitches into a smirk, his control slipping further as his mouth descends on mine. The kiss is brutal and messy, all teeth and tongues and raw need. His fingers flex against my neck, not to restrain but to hold me exactly where he wants me.

It’s possessive. Claiming.

His other hand slides down, gripping my ass hard enough to make me gasp. The sound only spurs him on. I reach back, threading my fingers into his sweat-damp hair, tugging just enough to earn a growl from him. The vibrations rumble against my lips as his tongue claims mine, dominating the kiss with a ferocity that makes my knees threaten to buckle.

But Matteo doesn’t let me fall. He never would.

“Still feeling defiant, Sweet Precious Gem?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear as his hand trails down my spine. “Let’s see how long that lasts.”

Before I can respond, he pushes me forward, bending me at the waist. My palms brace against the cool surface of the workout bench in front of us, the contrast between its solid stillness and the storm behind me setting my nerves on fire.

The sound of a scoff draws my attention, reminding me of our audience. Ren leans lazily against the far wall, a towel slung over his shoulder, his expression somewhere between amused and aroused.

“Don’t let me stop you,” he drawls, his voice thick with innuendo. “I’m enjoying the show.”

“Then shut up and watch,” Matteo snaps, his tone sharp enough to silence even Ren. His hands grip my hips with a force that speaks of ownership, and when he slides my shorts down, the cool air against my bare skin makes me tremble.

“You’ve changed,” Matteo says, his voice softer now, almost reverent as his fingers trail over my exposed skin. “From chaos to havoc… and now, obsession. *My* obsession.”

His words sink into me like a brand, marking me in ways deeper than the bruises his grip will leave. My heart races as he presses against me, his body a perfect blend of dominance and desire.

The next moments blur into a haze of passion and raw intensity. Matteo takes me hard and fast, his movements unrelenting, each thrust a declaration of his possession. The training room fills with the sounds of our joining—heavy breaths, low groans, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.

Ren doesn’t leave. I can feel his gaze, his presence adding a forbidden thrill to the moment. But Matteo doesn’t care. If anything, it fuels him, his pace quickening as his grip on my hips tightens.

“Mine,” Matteo growls, the word rough and guttural. He punctuates the claim with a particularly deep thrust that makes me cry out, my voice echoing in the high-ceilinged space.

The world narrows to just us—our bodies, our breath, the heat that consumes us. Matteo is everywhere, his touch, his scent, his voice wrapping around me like a second skin.

As the climax builds, Matteo’s free hand slides around to grip my jaw, turning my head just enough for his lips to claim mine again in a sloppy, desperate kiss. His teeth nip at my bottom lip, his growl vibrating against my mouth as he pushes us both over the edge.

The release is blinding, shattering the tension that had coiled so tightly between us. My body trembles as the aftershocks roll through me, and Matteo doesn’t let go, his arms wrapping around me as if he’s afraid I might slip away.

For a moment, the world is still, the only sound our ragged breathing. Ren’s slow clap breaks the silence, his smirk firmly in place as he pushes off the wall.

“Impressive,” he says, his tone laced with both mockery and genuine appreciation. “Didn’t think you two had it in you.”

Matteo shoots him a glare, but there’s no real heat in it. His attention returns to me, his hands gentle now as he helps me straighten, his touch a stark contrast to the raw passion of moments before.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs, his voice low but filled with conviction. “No matter what chaos comes next, you’ll always be mine.”

And as I lean into him, my body still trembling from his touch, I know he’s right.

Because no matter how much I’ve changed, no matter what chaos or havoc we face, Matteo will always be my obsession too.