Ruthless Kings of Obsession (Leighton Royals University #3)

34. Blinded Initiation

Blinded Initiation

~ R EN~

The air still sizzles with leftover electricity, a heady mix of sweat, sex, and something darker—the raw, magnetic connection that Matteo and Gemini seem to wear like second skin.

I lean back against the cool wall, dragging in a slow, controlled breath through my nose, though it does little to extinguish the fire blazing through me. My arms cross over my chest as I try to look unaffected.

Unbothered.

But my body betrays me. My cock is stiff against my thigh, hard as fuck and throbbing, the fabric of my workout shorts doing little to hide my reaction. As I shift slightly to alleviate the pressure, the friction only makes it worse. Watching them was one thing. Watching her —*Gemini*—fall apart like that under Matteo’s touch was something else entirely.

I move to the weighted bench nearby, hoping the change in position will help. I sit down, spreading my legs in a casual sprawl that I know makes the bulge even more obvious, but I’m past caring.

She’s still trembling, her legs unsteady as she holds onto Matteo for support. Her hair, shorter now, clings to her damp skin in messy strands, framing a face that looks like sin incarnate. That short cut suits her, making her look like she was made to break rules, to shatter expectations.

She’s thinner now, though. Leaner. It’s noticeable even under the sheen of sweat and the shadows cast by the overhead lights. The curvier build she used to have, all soft muscle and enticing dips and curves, has been sharpened by time and chaos.

But it doesn’t make her less. God, no. If anything, she’s hotter now—sexier in a way that feels untouchable. Dangerous. Like she’s become something forged by fire and violence, and all I want to do is feel that heat burn me alive.

My mind drifts to the last time I had her. Back then, she was mine for a moment, in a way that was messy and passionate and ultimately fleeting. She wasn’t this version of herself yet, not fully. There were flashes of it, sure—a glimpse of the tempest she would become. But she hadn’t quite stepped into the storm yet.

Now, looking at her, seeing the way she owns every breath, every movement, I feel like I’m staring at the culmination of something inevitable. Like she was always meant to be this: fierce, wild, untamed.

She glances at me suddenly, and our eyes lock. Her gaze is heavy, like a weight settling on my chest, and it feels like she’s peeled me open, seeing the hunger I’m trying—and failing—to mask. Her lips part, just slightly, as if she’s about to say something, but the moment is interrupted when Matteo leans in to kiss the side of her neck.

I watch, transfixed, as his lips graze her damp skin, his mouth soft and unhurried. His hand slides to her hip, steadying her as he pulls out of her. My jaw tightens, my hands clenching into fists on my thighs as I take in the way she trembles under him, her body visibly slick with sweat and… more.

My chest tightens when I see it—Matteo’s release dripping from her thighs, a stark, obscene contrast against her flushed skin. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, and I bite my bottom lip hard enough to almost draw blood as I fight to keep my composure.

But then her eyes find mine again.

This time, there’s no mistaking the heat there. It’s deliberate, her gaze lingering a moment too long, her expression something between defiance and invitation. My throat feels dry, and I swallow hard, the sound deafening in my ears as the tension thickens between us.

Matteo straightens, his posture loose and confident as he turns to follow her gaze. His eyes flick to me, and I know—*he knows*.

The bastard smirks, that infuriating curve of his lips that always carries a hint of danger. He steps away from Gem, his movements unhurried, deliberate, as he starts unwrapping one of his fists. The black silk wrap unfurls slowly, a ribbon of darkness slipping from his hand.

He doesn’t bother putting on anything to cover himself. His cock, still glistening and half-hard, hangs between his thighs as he moves toward me. My breath catches, my pulse hammering as I take him in. Matteo’s the kind of man who makes you feel small without even trying—dangerous and commanding in a way that’s infuriatingly natural. And now, with his body on full display, all I can think is how deceptively lethal he looks beneath all those tailored suits.

He stops in front of me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off him. His dark eyes hold mine, and I’m struck by the sheer presence of him, the way he seems to fill every inch of space without even trying.

“Wanna play a game, Hudson?” His voice is low, smooth like velvet but carrying an edge that sets my nerves alight.

I try to scoff, to act like I’m not affected, but the sound comes out rough, uneven. Matteo’s lips twitch, and he takes another step closer, close enough that I can smell the sweat and musk on him, a potent mix that makes my head swim.

“Game?” I manage, my voice tighter than I’d like. “You’re always playing games, Matteo.”

His smirk deepens. “Not like this.”

Before I can ask what the hell he means, he moves behind me, the silk wrap trailing in his hand. I stiffen slightly, my shoulders squaring, but I don’t stop him when he leans down, his breath warm against my ear.

“You never got an initiation, Hudson,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sends shivers down my spine. “Maybe it’s time we change that.”

The silk wrap brushes against my cheek, soft and cool, before he slides it over my eyes, tying it firmly but not uncomfortably. The world goes dark, and my senses sharpen in response, every sound and touch magnified. I can feel the heat of his body behind me, the faint rustle of fabric as he adjusts the knot.

“You trust me?” Matteo asks, his voice low and smooth, like a dare.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Not even a little.”

His chuckle is dark and amused, and I feel his hands grip my shoulders, squeezing once before moving away. The absence of his touch is almost jarring, and I realize how tense I’ve become.

“Relax,” he says, his tone maddeningly calm. “You’ll enjoy this.”

I hear him step away, the sound of his bare feet against the floor growing fainter. My hands flex against my thighs, my body coiled tight as I sit in the weighted bench, blindfolded and completely at their mercy.

“Gemini,” Matteo’s voice cuts through the silence, and I can hear the faint smile in his words. “Crawl to him.”

My breath hitches, my mind conjuring an image of her on her hands and knees, moving toward me with that wild, defiant glint in her eyes. I grip the edges of the bench, fighting the urge to reach for the blindfold, to tear it off and see for myself.

Matteo’s voice drops lower, almost a growl. “Why don’t we try it?”

The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken promise, and I take a slow, deliberate breath, steeling myself for whatever comes next.

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’s Gemini .

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.

“Stop lying to yourself,” Matteo says, his voice a growl now. “You want this. You want her. You want the power that comes with stepping into this world fully.”

I shake my head, but it feels half-hearted. His words burrow into my chest, heavy and unrelenting.

“You want to be a Ruthless King, Ren?” Matteo’s hand clamps down on my shoulder, grounding me, anchoring me. “Then act like one. Own this moment. Stop hiding behind what’s safe. What’s easy.”

Gemini’s tongue does something devastating, and my breath hitches, my head tilting back as I let out a low, guttural moan.

My mind races, Matteo’s words crashing against my defenses like waves against a crumbling shore. He’s not wrong. That’s the worst part. He’s not fucking wrong.

I can’t stay in the middle forever.

I can’t keep pretending I don’t want this, pretending I’m not already in too deep.

Matteo’s grip tightens slightly, and his voice softens, though it loses none of its intensity.

“Make your choice, Hudson,” he whispers, his breath warm against my ear. “You can’t have both. You can’t go back. Not now. Not after this.”

And as Gemini takes me to the edge, her mouth and hands working in perfect rhythm, I feel the truth in his words like a blade pressed against my throat.

There’s no going back.

My breath hitches as her mouth works me over, each movement deliberate and devastating. Every stroke of her tongue, every swirl of her lips drives me closer to the edge, my body trembling under her touch. I can feel it building, the heat coiling tight and unrelenting, threatening to spill over.

She knows exactly what she’s doing.

It’s maddening, the way Gemini draws out every ounce of tension, every moment of aching pleasure. I can’t see her—can only imagine the way she looks with her lips wrapped around me, her hair brushing against my thighs, her eyes sharp and defiant.

The blindfold robs me of sight, but it sharpens everything else. The wet heat of her mouth. The slick slide of her tongue. The low hum in her throat that vibrates through me. My hands clench into fists on my thighs, nails digging into my skin as I fight the urge to buck into her, to take control.

And then, just as the peak is within reach, she slows.

I hiss through my teeth, my head tilting back in frustration as the overwhelming pressure in my core eases, leaving me teetering on the edge.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my voice tight and ragged.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Matteo’s voice cuts through the haze, calm but laced with warning. “You don’t get to enjoy the peak unless you follow orders.”

Orders?

My teeth grind together, irritation flaring despite the heat still pooling low in my abdomen. But before I can spit out a retort, Gemini moves again, her pace deliberate and torturously slow. My body jerks in response, another frustrated growl slipping past my lips.

“Damn it, Gem…”

She pulls back slightly, her tongue teasing the sensitive tip of my cock, her nails grazing the inside of my thighs. Every touch sends jolts of pleasure through me, but it’s not enough.

“I’m all in,” I say suddenly, the words tumbling out in a voice rough with need.

There’s a pause—just a heartbeat—but it feels heavy. Charged.

“I want this,” I continue, my breathing uneven. “I want to be a Ruthless King. Permanent. No one’s taking this from me.”

There’s silence for a moment, save for the sound of my own ragged breathing. Then Matteo speaks, his tone sharp as a blade.

“Even if the royal elite doesn’t want you at the final ascension? Even if they try to strip it from you? Even if society turns against you because you’re the new dog in the pack?”

His words hit like a challenge, each one cutting deeper than the last. I bite down on my lip, my pulse thundering as Gemini moves again, this time faster, harder. Her mouth takes me in with devastating precision, and a groan rumbles from deep in my chest.

“I’ll fight my way to stay,” I growl, my voice low but resolute. “Only death can take me out.”

The chuckle that follows sends a chill down my spine.

“Good answer,” Matteo murmurs.

His hands are on me again, his fingers finding my nipples through the fabric of my tank. He pinches, hard enough to make me groan, the sharp sensation blending with the pleasure from Gemini’s mouth in a way that’s maddeningly overwhelming.

His lips brush against the side of my neck, the heat of his breath making my skin prickle.

“Final question,” Matteo whispers, his voice like velvet. “Are you going to bend, Ren?”

I can feel his smirk against my skin, his confidence, his control. I should push back, should fight it, but instead, my body responds instinctively—a low groan escapes me, my shoulders relaxing under his touch.

I don’t have the energy to fight. I’m too far gone, too close to the edge, too consumed by the way Gemini’s mouth works me over and the way Matteo’s presence overwhelms every inch of my senses.

“I’ll bend,” I mutter, my voice shaky but firm. “Whatever way you want, as long as it pleases Gem.”

Matteo pulls back slightly, and I can feel the satisfaction radiating off him.

“Good boy,” he says, his tone dripping with approval. “Gemini, reward him.”

Her pace changes instantly, no longer slow and teasing. She takes me hard and fast, her tongue and lips working me over with unrelenting precision. My hands grip the edges of the bench, my nails biting into the wood as my body tenses.

A groan tears from my throat, but before the sound can escape fully, Matteo’s mouth is on mine. His kiss is rough, demanding, his tongue sliding against mine as he swallows the sound.

I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but feel.

The kiss is a command, a claim, and it’s enough to send me over the edge. My body stiffens as the tension in my core snaps, pleasure crashing over me in a wave so intense it leaves me shaking.

Gemini moans softly, the vibration sending one last jolt through me as she takes everything I give her. The sound is muffled by Matteo’s mouth, his lips still pressed against mine as he kisses me through my release.

The room is silent for a moment, save for the sound of my heavy breathing. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, my head spinning as the blindfold is suddenly tugged free.

The light is blinding at first, but my vision adjusts quickly, and the first thing I see is Gemini.

She’s still on her knees, her lips parted slightly as she tilts her head back to meet my gaze. Her cheeks are flushed, her chest rising and falling with every shallow breath. She moves slowly, deliberately, gliding off my cock with a grace that’s almost maddening.

And then she opens her mouth, her tongue darting out to show me the pooling release before she swallows it down.

“Fuck,” I curse, my voice hoarse. “Gem…”

She smirks, her expression a perfect blend of mischief and satisfaction.

“If you don’t hop on my cock right now—” I start, my voice rough with lingering frustration.

She arches a brow, her smirk widening as she stands, her movements slow and deliberate. But instead of straddling me immediately, she glances at Matteo, as if waiting for his permission.

His lips curve into a grin, wide and knowing, as he steps back to give her space.

“Don’t keep your Ruthless King waiting,” he says, his tone laced with amusement.

Gemini’s smirk turns wicked as she looks back at me, her hands trailing down her thighs as she climbs onto my lap.

She positions herself over me, her fingers wrapping around my cock as she guides it to her entrance.

But before she sinks down, she leans in, her lips brushing against my ear.

“I’ll move,” she whispers, her voice dripping with promise, “but only if I get to feel what it’s like having both my Kings at once.”

Her words send a jolt through me, my eyes widening slightly as I glance at Matteo.

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.