All Chapters of Shared Obsession: A Dark MMM Romance: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

KyleI gasped as he pressed his mouth against mine, my body jolting forward as if his lips belonged there. All hesitation vanished as he claimed me without asking or waiting. His mouth was hot and fierce, as if trying to make up for all the time we had spent ignoring the tension between us.My back hit the seat, my breath caught in my throat as his lips continued to claim mine repeatedly. I didn't want him to stop. His hand slid behind my neck, fingers threading through my hair, gripping gently yet firmly as if he needed to feel me, to hold me there and sense my pulse beating through my scalp.He kissed me deeply, and I felt myself melting. Instinctively, my lips parted, as if my body already knew how to match his. His tongue entered my mouth, hot, wet, and hungry, in a way that was raw and real, almost aggressive. It felt like he wasn't asking but taking.I whimpered softly against his mouth and pulled away slightly to catch my breath. My lips were swollen, my lungs craving air, but

MaddoxKyle whimpered softly, his body pressing closer in the confined space of the car, the leather seats creaking under us as he adjusted his angle. His thumb brushed over my slit and smeared the leak across both tips, the sensation feeling even more electric and teasing, building that ache without giving in.I slid my free hand up his back, fingers digging into his muscles, feeling the way he shivered at my touch, his strokes growing a bit bolder but still under my control.The rhythm was hypnotic—up, down, and that slight squeeze that had us both leaking more, our cocks slick and throbbing in his palm… Fuck.“It feels so fucking good, doesn't it?” I asked, staring deeply at him.“Hmm… Hmm,” he nodded, trying to hide how much ecstasy he was feeling, although it was obvious that he was really feeling it.“This heat between us, your hand working us like you own it,” I murmured, kissing along his jawline, tasting the salt of his sweat, my hips subtly rocking to meet his motions, keepi

MaddoxI didn’t realize how fast I was breathing until Maddox’s hand brushed gently over my back, warm and steady, anchoring me where I sat—still straddling his lap, still trembling from everything he’d just done to me. My forehead rested against his shoulder, sticky with sweat, and even though the windows were fogged up and the air inside the car was thick with everything we’d just shared, I didn’t want to move. Not yet.“You okay?” he murmured against my ear, his voice rough in a way that made my stomach twist.I could only nod, still too breathless to speak. My thighs were aching, my lips swollen, my pulse scattered. But I was okay. Better than okay. I didn’t know what it meant, or what came next, but I knew I wanted to stay here, wrapped in this strange, stolen quiet with him.“Do you want to come home first?” Maddox asked after a moment, fingers still brushing lazily along my back. “You could shower. Rest a bit. Then head back to the hospital after.”I pulled back just enough to

Hayden“Can we stop now?” Kyle said, his voice trembling. He looked so small in that moment, his arms curled close to his body like he was bracing for something worse. “Please, I really want us to stop now. I’m tired of this bullshit. He’s your dad, is he not? And if you keep on ranting, I’ll have to leave here.”I scoffed, not even trying to hide how bitter the laugh sounded as it scraped my throat raw. “And leave this food aside for who to eat? Me?” I leaned back slightly, shaking my head. “I’d rather puke up the shit I ate earlier and lick it off the damn floor. I’d rather eat my fucking shit.”He flinched, but I wasn’t done.“And why do you want me to call him Dad so bad?” My voice was colder now, every syllable dipped in venom. “You expect me to do that after you probably called him that while he fucked you?”I took a step closer, closing the gap between us.“Tell me,” I said, keeping my voice low but sharp, “won’t you feel weird hearing the word from my lips?”Kyle’s body jerked

Hayden“Wait, what?” Kyle said, blinking at me like he hadn’t heard right.“What I said,” I repeated, my voice low and cold. “On your fucking knees.”For a second, he just stared at me, his mouth slightly open like he couldn’t decide if I was serious or not. Then he scoffed, shook his head, and hissed, “Fine. If that’s what would make you happy.”And just like that, he sank to his knees in front of me, arms stiff at his sides, chin lifted with that familiar mix of defiance and embarrassment all over his face. “Happy now?” he spat.I tilted my head and stared at him, taking in every inch of him. That mouth. That flushed neck. His eyes, wide and burning with fury—and something else I refused to name.“Not yet,” I said quietly.He flinched. “And what now?” he snapped. “I thought you said—”“Do you want to know what would make me happy?” I interrupted, stepping closer. My hand reached down before I could stop myself, brushing the side of his cheek. His breath hitched, but he didn’t move a