All Chapters of Shared Obsession: A Dark MMM Romance: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

KyleI didn’t know when my hands found their way up his arms. I just knew I was holding onto something solid, something impossibly hot and dangerous, and I didn’t want to let go. Maddox was kissing me like he owned me, like I was something he’d been dying to taste and finally had. Our mouths collided, tongues tangled, and the sounds we made echoed in the corners of my room, deep and unfiltered.His lips were demanding, pulling breath from my lungs, making my knees weak. My heart was hammering, my skin was tight, and every inch of me felt like it was vibrating. The way his tongue moved inside my mouth—slow, then deep, then rough—God, it was addictive. There was no rhythm. Just hunger. Like neither of us cared who would break first.When his fingers crept beneath my shirt and pushed it up the side, I should’ve stopped him. I should’ve said something. Anything. But all I did was gasp into his kiss when his hand found my chest. The way his thumb rolled over my nipple, then squeezed—it was

Kyle“Fuck,” Maddox's voice sliced through me like a hot blade as he hissed right into my ear, his eyes locked on my throbbing cock in the mirror's unforgiving reflection. “You're fucking hard for me, boy. So fucking hard. I mean, take a look at you.”I swallowed hard, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Those words—'boy,' 'baby'—they wreck me every time, sending electric shivers down my spine and making my pulse race in ways that should be wrong, so sinfully wrong because he's my stepfather, for God's sake.But here I am, unable to deny the twisted fire burning inside me, this deep, aching love that's taken root despite every rational thought screaming to let it go.I froze, staring at us in the mirror, his powerful body pressed against my back, his breath hot on my neck as he reached for the lotion on the table, squeezed a dollop into his palm, and then wrapped his strong hand around my cock, holding me from behind without moving, just gripping me firm and possessive.The coo

MaddoxSeeing Kyle laid out on that bed, his ass slick and gaping from my tongue's relentless assault, had my cock throbbing with an unholy need—I couldn't wait any longer to claim him fully.“Time to make you mine, omega,” I snarled, positioning myself between his spread legs, my thick shaft in hand, stroking it slowly as I lined up with his dripping hole.The huge head pressed against that wet entrance, teasing him with just the tip. He was panting, eyes wide and locked on mine, his body trembling with anticipation, that swollen cock of his leaking onto his stomach, begging for friction.I gripped his hips, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to leave marks, and thrust in slowly at first, feeling his tight ring stretch around me. That initial resistance gave way to a hot, velvety grip that made me groan like a beast.“Fuck, you're so tight—so fucking perfect,” I growled, pushing deeper inch by inch, watching his face contort in a mix of pain and ecstasy, his back arching off

Maddox“Really? He’s awake?” Kyle asked, his voice picking up, the shock and hope mixing into something breathless.I nodded. “Yeah. He just called.”“Oh my goodness—what are we waiting for? Let’s quickly go!” he exclaimed, already turning on his heels. I followed him out, grabbing the keys as he practically bounced down the steps like he had forgotten how to walk and was learning again from adrenaline.We got into the car—he buckled in faster than I’d ever seen—and I started the engine. His knee bounced beside me while I pulled out of the driveway, the road opening before us in long stretches, and I could feel the tension humming off him like static electricity.Then his phone buzzed.He checked it but didn’t answer. Just stared at the screen.I glanced over, slightly irritated. “Haven’t you seen your phone ringing? Why are you staring at it like that? Just answer the damn call already.”He didn’t respond, just turned the phone to face me, showing the screen. It was an unsaved number

MaddoxI couldn’t bring myself to tell the nurse the real reason. I just handed her the tote bag and forced a small smile. “Please give this to my sons,” I said. “Something came up. I’ll try to come back later.” She nodded, completely unaware that my hands were practically trembling with the urge to walk down that hallway and into Hayden’s room.But I didn’t. I couldn’t.Instead, I walked out like a coward, back to my car where the silence swallowed me whole. My fingers rested on the steering wheel, but I didn’t start the engine. I just sat there, staring at the hospital doors like some broken fool. Hoping—foolishly—that Hayden would step out, maybe rub his eyes like he just woke up from a long, irrational dream, and say, "Dad, it’s fine. You can come in now."Of course, he didn’t.The minutes dragged. Eventually, I let out a sharp breath and turned the key in the ignition. The car hummed to life, and I pulled out slowly, the weight in my chest pressing heavier the farther I got from