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LEONA

A s soon as we stumbled into Ryuji and Obi’s hotel suite, Ryu had his hands all the way up my shirt. My arms locked around his neck, panties already soaked from the makeout session in the back of the SUV.

Obi followed behind us, closing the door, and dropping the keys on the countertop. We locked eyes, his gaze turning molten, as he stripped off his jacket while Ryu sucked on my neck.

A shiver ran down my spine.

We had secured the deal with Kofler. I had stolen Max’s gun-selling route right from underneath him. It was only a matter of time before he felt the effects of that and his hold on my future empire weakened.

The plan was working. This was possible.

Slowly, surely, I could do this. I could be the leader they deserved. I could build my own empire. With these guys beside me, anything was possible.

I felt like a fucking badass bitch.

And now, one of the hottest men I’d ever met was peeling the clothes from my skin while another leaned against the counter and watched. Those eyes, and the way they were locked on my every move, electrified my body like a physical caress.

“Ryu,” I rasped, grabbing his face, and crashing my lips against his.

Everything felt hazy. Heated . The power swirling in my gut made my head foggy.

I needed more.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You were so sexy tonight. Watching you make that deal. God , it set me on fire to see you command that room. I could barely think straight,” Ryu murmured against my lips. He groaned, his tongue darting in my mouth, then he nipped my lower lip. “Give me your phone.”

I pulled back with a frown. “What?”

“Phone.” He held out his hand, breath uneven, and eyes wild. “I’m not getting interrupted again. No fucking way. Give it.”

Hesitantly, I pulled it from my back pocket. There were no new messages. I placed it in his hand. “What if something happens?”

What if Cas needed me? What if something happened to Wynn and Ciel?

Ryu stalked over to Obi and held out his hand. After a silent standoff, Obi handed over his phone with a roll of his eyes.

“They’re big boys; they can handle whatever comes their way,” Ryu said. He put all three of our phones on the counter next to Obi’s keys. Then he dug through the kitchen cabinets, found a plastic bowl, and turned it over on top of them. “Besides, we’re six hours away. If something did happen, we can’t do anything about it. We might as well relax. No interruptions.” He grinned. “Just play.”

My heart rate spiked, half at that look in his eye and half at the idea of being cut off from the others. I had wanted to call the guys tonight. I missed them like crazy already.

But as Ryu stalked back over to me and cupped the back of my neck, tilting my head back to slam his lips against mine, all rational thought left my head.

He was right , my pussy practically whispered as she clenched. Just play .

With deft hands, he stripped my chest bare, tossing my bra behind him. I barely registered that it smacked Obi in the chest before Ryu ducked his head and bit my nipple. My mind went blank.

I gasped and grasped his hair. God, I loved this man’s hair. So silky. So soft. The gash on his forehead was almost entirely healed—and he was right; it did make him look sexier.

“I believe I owe you a favor,” I said. His tongue flicked against my nipple, drawing it to a hardened peak. “Are you calling it in?”

He paused and lifted his head, gaze running over my face with that signature devious grin. His hands grabbed my thighs, and he yanked one of my legs up against his body. “You’re damn right I am. This is my favor. Let me worship you.”

“Yes.”

I glanced over his shoulder at Obi. The man’s eyes blazed. His hands were gripping the counter so damn hard I thought he might break it, but he didn’t move an inch. He was in complete control of himself, and that fact sent heat waves between my legs.

What if he took control of me?

Touch me , I wanted to whisper in his ear.

Ryu glanced over his shoulder. He chuckled darkly, the sound going straight to my core, where it rubbed against the seam of his pants.

“Obi pretends he just wants to watch,” he said as he pushed me harder against the wall. I could feel the outline of him already. “He pretends it’s because of control. I wonder…can we break that control?”

Fuck, I wanted to try. Obi had been withdrawing from me, pulling away every time I tried to reach out. He’d barely looked at me since last night in the library. Was it because he didn’t want me? Or was it because he did ?

I knew what I wanted. I wanted him , and the power that exuded from him. Obi intrigued me, captivated me. He was a mystery I couldn’t wait to unravel.

I want them both.

Without warning, Ryu yanked me from the wall, hands firm as they banded around my legs, and he carried me to the massive couch in the sitting area of the suite. My brain already felt like it was going to short circuit and we hadn’t even started.

“Obi,” he barked, pointing at the chair opposite the couch. “Sit.”

Without waiting for Obi’s response, Ryu bent over my body and began kissing every inch of bare skin once again. It was intoxicating. Ryu unzipped my boots one by one and tossed them to the back side of the couch. My entire body flushed.

“These boots . Driving me crazy.”

But Obi hesitated.

“Please?” I whispered.

Slowly, carefully, he filled a glass of liquor and then he followed Ryuji’s instruction to sit in the chair. He sipped that glass, all the while keeping his eyes locked on us.

“Is this okay?” I asked as I watched Ryu undo the button on my jeans. But I didn’t want to be the only one getting naked. I wanted everything . I grabbed at his shirt, pulling it up over his shoulders and dropping it to the floor. My hands roamed over his tattoos, fingers brushing against the scar on his abdomen.

He paused, staring down at me like he was trying to understand what I was asking. “You mean, is Obi okay with this? Am I okay with this?”

I nodded, moving to cover my exposed breasts with my arms. Suddenly, I felt vulnerable. Ryu and I had done this before…at least a little. We both knew the tension between us was a cord just waiting to snap.

But Obi had only ever been polite. Maybe he hesitated because he didn’t want this? Maybe things had been awkward because I was pushing too hard to get inside his shell.

Maybe he wouldn’t want me until I earned his respect back.

Ryu grabbed my hands and spread my arms wide. I squeaked as the air pebbled my nipples again.

“Do not deprive us of your tits,” he warned, voice heady. “And yes, we’ve done this before. As long as you’re okay with this, we will be.”

Heat bloomed in my cheeks.

They’d done this before? They’d shared a woman?

Should I feel jealous? Confused?

My tongue flicked over my lips. I didn’t feel any of that. I felt the same way when I had asked both Wynn and Ciel to stay with me in the library.

Exhilarated.

“Don’t move.” Ryu released my wrists to move his hands back to my pants. Within another few moments, he pulled them off my legs until I was left in nothing but my thong.

“I have a promise of my own to fulfill.” He wedged his knees between my legs. His voice went low, sending vibrations, and desire flitting through all my nerve endings. “Before this night is over, you will be screaming my name as you come.”

Drenched. I was so drenched I could feel it on my thighs. I could feel it in the way my thong clung to my pussy.

I swallowed. Inevitable.

Yes. Yes.

I reached for him as he sank on top of me. His kisses sent fire rippling through my veins while I hooked my legs around his waist. I reached for his pants, but he batted my hands away.

“Not yet.” He trailed his hands up my legs. “Get these panties off—” Ryuji growled before his thumbs hooked into the lace. He tore until the fabric fell away from my body in tatters.

“Ryu!”

He didn’t hesitate to clamp his mouth over my core. A moan escaped my lips before I could even think. He threw a leg over his shoulder, just like he did that night in the club.

His tongue worked against me while my hips ground against his face. The fire grew within me until it was a raging inferno.

“Obi,” I said, breathless. I couldn’t stop sending glances his way, but all he did was sip his glass. “You’ve done this before? With Ryuji?”

Obi’s cool eyes roved up and down my naked body. Ryuji’s tongue flicked against me. I gasped, trying to keep my eyes on Obi.

“When we were dumb and reckless, yes.” He tilted his head to the side, considering us both. Was that a vein bulging in his neck? “Ryuji is still dumb, but I am not.”

Ryuji chuckled against my heat. “Nothing ever so beautiful and perfect as this pussy right here. Obi, are you sure you don’t want a taste?”

I shivered at the thought, stretching my hand out to him. All he had to do was lean forward and our fingers could brush. He stared while I tried to concentrate on the furrow of his brow as Ryuji shamelessly ate me out. Finally, Obi leaned forward, outstretching the same as me. I grabbed his wrist, locking our hands, and pressed the tips of my first two fingers to his wrist. His heartbeat thundered in his veins.

“Obi?”

A lump lodged in my throat as I tried to make sense of the expression on his face. What was going on behind those dark eyes? I wasn’t in the headspace to contemplate it.

The friction of Ryuji’s tongue pushed me closer and closer to orgasm. I could barely form a coherent thought with his hands pressing on both of my thighs, giving him even wider access. Obi dropped my hand and sat back in the chair.

“You don’t want me.” My words came out more like a question. What else was I supposed to think? Maybe I was the only one feeling the intensity every time we locked eyes.

Ryu didn’t let up. I gasped, moaned , eyes rolling back. The pressure built and built. He spread my legs even further and pushed two of his fingers inside me while he sucked on my clit, and I shattered. My orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave.

Ryuji slowly climbed up my body, and I brought his lips to mine.

“Can you taste yourself on my tongue?” he breathed, the sound low in his throat. “So perfect. So delicious.”

I nodded.

He sat back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “The first orgasm of many. I’m just getting started, sweetheart.”

My pussy clenched again. I could feel the wetness on my thighs. I wanted more. So much more. Ryuji and I were made to revel in this together.

In a haze, my gaze turned to Obi again. “You don’t want me.”

His eyes went dark as he took in my heaving chest and flushed skin. “I didn’t say that.”

He might not have said it outright, but his eyes never left me, and his pulse had raced when I touched his skin. So what was he waiting for?

Ryuji gripped my chin, forcing my gaze back to his. “We have all night to break him, sweetheart. Don’t you worry.”

“You’re going to take your time.” I almost preened under his appreciative smirk, eyes roving over my naked body.

“Hell yeah, I am. Don’t get me wrong, there will be times I take you fast and hard. Where all I do is barely pull down your pants before I thrust into you.” He shook his head. “But not tonight. We’re drawing this out as long as possible.” He put his thumb on my bottom lip. “Suck it.”

I did exactly as he said, tasting my own cum on his finger.

“So fucking beautiful. What are you waiting for, brother?” Ryuji asked before his mouth descended on my nipples again. I wrapped my legs around his torso and circled my hands around his head. Touch, touch, touch. Can’t stop .

Obi said nothing while Ryuji’s kisses trailed up my sternum, to my neck, to my mouth. All the passion between us had been building toward this exact moment.

“I brought things to play with,” Ryuji said. His hand dug into my thighs while his other fingers swept through my folds and plunged inside me. “I’m going to make you scream, sweetheart. But remember that you’re in control.”

I moaned, his words barely sinking in.

“Say yes,” he said. “Tell me you understand.”

“I understand,” I gasped.

“You can stop at any time,” he said. “Repeat it.”

“I can stop at any time.”

“Good girl,” he purred.

Fuck . My pussy throbbed around his fingers. I wanted that praise.

I wanted Obi’s praise.

Even though I was technically the one submitting, I saw the power I held in Ryu’s flushed cheeks. I saw it in the way he looked at me—like he wanted to devour me. I felt it in the way his hands worshipped my body, and his words promised I was in charge.

I was in charge.

“Show me, Ryu,” I whispered. “I want you to make me scream.”