Page 32 of The Rival’s Obsession (The Black Ledger Billionaires #3)

“That’s right, baby. This tight little hole is mine to ruin, isn’t it?”

“Yes—fuck—yes.”

“I’m going to be your first and your only,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth over my shoulder. “Is that what you want?”

I choke on a breath. “God, yes.”

His next words rumble through me.

“Then lay down for me, beautiful boy. She’s going to get you ready.”

Eve waits on the bed, lit softly by the city glow bleeding through the windows. Pillows prop up my hips as I sink into the mattress—everything exposed, everything open.

She rolls a condom over my cock with the same care she might unwrap something sacred, then straddles me and sinks down in one slow, delicious motion.

I grip her hips, moaning into the space between us, feeling every tight clench of her around me.

She rides me slow, each glide a tease.

“Just relax, okay?”

I nod, and she rolls her hips.

Between my legs, Dante kneels. His hands trail up my calves, then my thighs, spreading me wider.

He kisses the inside of one knee, then the other—like a prayer.

Then comes the lube.

His fingers—slick and sure—slide over me, coaxing me open again.

I shake. Half holding my breath, half afraid of what comes next. Not just because of what it means. Because it’s a line that can never be uncrossed.

But also because Dante is fucking huge.

“You’re safe,” he says, voice rich and steady. “I’ll stop if you say so…”

Then softer, darker:

“…but I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll beg me to keep going.”

The first push of him inside me is unbearable in the best way.

“Breathe, Grant,” Eve coaxes as she rides me gently, Dante pushing in slowly. “Easy, baby.”

My body clenches. Stretches.

Then opens.

A cry rips out of my throat—half pain, half ecstasy.

Eve braces herself on my chest as she moves, her breasts brushing against me, grounding me.

“Good boy. Just breathe through it.”

He seems to enter me forever until finally, he’s deep inside me, and I can feel him in my very soul.

Dante holds my legs wide, his arms locked under my knees, his body solid and sure between them.

His hands anchor my hips, guiding the rhythm with terrifying precision—slow, deep, relentless thrusts that strip me raw in the most exquisite way.

I feel every inch of him, every pulse, every stretch of heat where I’ve never been touched by another man.

“God,” I choke out, eyes fluttering shut. “It feels so fucking good…”

Dante groans above me, the sound rough, reverent.

“You’re incredible, baby. So tight—so perfect around me.”

Eve leans over, bracing herself on my chest, her hands splayed across my skin as she rides me—deep and steady.

“You’re doing so well, Grant,” she whispers, pressing a kiss between my brows. “Let it happen. Let us have you.”

I moan louder, no longer caring how unhinged I sound.

My body is burning—overstimulated, overwhelmed, and still begging for more.

Every movement inside me sends a shockwave up my spine—pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

But it’s Dante.

It’s him.

The man I’ve wanted for half my damn life.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, fists tightening in the sheets. “Eve. Fuck. Dante, don’t stop.”

His pace doesn’t quicken, but it deepens. More deliberate. More consuming.

“Not a fucking chance in hell, baby,” he growls, teeth grazing Eve’s shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you through it, bug . You’re mine now. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I breathe, voice breaking. “Fuck—I’m yours.”

“Good boy,” he whispers, hand tightening on my hips. “Tell us, baby. Who fucks you like you’ve never been fucked before?”

“God. You do.”

I’m a panting, moaning mess and I don’t give a shit.

This is surrender, and I’m done fighting it.

“Fuck me,” I grit out as they move—harder, faster, deeper.

I widen my legs more because I’m a fucking whore for this. For him.

“Jesus. Fuck me so good.”

I close my eyes, my head tipping back—and just feel.

That’s all I can do: feel. And hold on for my fucking life.

“That’s it. Take it for me.”

Dante is slamming into me, Eve rolling and bouncing in time with him like they’re conducting a perfect symphony together.

“You take every fucking inch I give you in this tight, pretty hole.”

Christ almighty.

“Oh my god, Grant.”

Eve moans it out, working her wet pussy on me, and it’s fucking heaven.

She leans down, fucking me, kissing my neck, and losing herself on my dick.

“You hear how good your cock feels in her, amore mio?”

Dante’s gritting through the pleasure building in him too, his grip on my hips hardening.

“That delicious cock I sucked down my throat—and I’m still fucking starving for you, bug .”

The pressure builds—impossibly sharp, like a wire pulled tight through the center of my body.

I’m strung out between their mouths, their hands, their heat.

Eve circles her hips on me, moaning my name like a benediction.

Dante drives deeper, hitting something inside me that sends me arching off the bed.

I cry out, wrecked and trembling.

“I’m—fuck—I’m gonna come?—”

Dante’s eyes lock onto mine.

“Then come, baby. Let go for me. Squeeze that tight little ass around my fat cock, Grant. We’ve got you.”

So, God—I do.

The orgasm tears through me like fire and flood.

White-hot. Endless.

I shatter—hips bucking, voice cracking, body wrung out in a full-body quake.

My hands fly back to the headboard to hold me as my cock pulses inside Eve.

Dante never slows.

Never stops fucking me through it.

His praise is hot against my skin.

His long cock hits so perfectly inside me I see static.

“Beautiful,” he growls. “So fucking beautiful when you break for us.”

We collapse into it.

Eve moaning. Dante cursing in Italian.

My whole body trembling. Flooded. Complete.

After, Eve presses a kiss to my temple, brushing damp hair from my forehead with fingers that tremble just slightly.

She lingers—her eyes warm, her voice soft.

“You were fucking perfect,” she whispers. “I hope you finally see it now… what it’s like to be wanted out loud.”

My throat tightens.

I nod, too raw to speak.

She smiles, then rises with slow grace, her body slick and glowing in the low light.

Dante wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her in close.

His other hand fists her breast, thumb brushing the peaked tip.

Eve cups the back of his head, drawing him into a kiss—deep, slow, tasting of everything we just shared.

“You were fucking perfect too, piccola ,” Dante murmurs. “You opened him up like you were born to do it. Look what we made together…”

They look down at me in satisfaction as our bodies grind to a slow stop.

Dante’s hands leave her body and rub up my thighs.

“We made a ruined mess of him.”

She hums against his mouth, satisfied and sated, before slipping away.

The sound of running water greets her as she disappears into the bathroom—steam already curling into the room, fragrant and warm.

But Dante stays.

Still inside me.

Still holding me.

And I’ve never felt more undone… or more whole.

Firm hands rub up my body, then he leans down to meet me. He pulls my hips into him, making sure we don’t move from each other an inch while he kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before.

His mouth, his tongue, seem to pass a thousand confessions to me at once.

And then, with his eyes full of something I’m afraid to name, he says?—

“That wasn’t just the best fuck of my life, lucciolina .”

He leans in closer, his voice barely a breath as he rubs his nose against mine.

“That was like coming home.”

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