Master of Lust-Chapter 311 - -

Chapter - 311

The kiss wasn’t tactical. It wasn’t a quest objective or a diversion. It was a reclaiming.

Rick’s mouth crushed against hers, hungry and demanding, erasing the last lingering doubts in Sharon’s mind. She didn’t just accept it; she met him with a ferocity that surprised them both. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until the taste of him was the only thing in the world.

Rick didn’t let go. He took her hand, his fingers interlacing with hers, and backed her up. He slid the heavy glass door open with his free hand, and the tropical heat hit them like a physical wave.

They stepped out onto the wooden deck. The sun was high and bright, warming their skin instantly. The air was heavy with humidity and the scent of the ocean, a stark, primal contrast to the sterile air conditioning of the room.

Rick pulled her against him again, backing her up until her calves hit the edge of a cushioned sun lounger. He didn’t let her sit. He kept her standing, pinned between the furniture and his body. The sun beat down on them, baking the desire into their skin.

He broke the kiss to look at her, his eyes dark, his pupils blown wide. He reached out and caught the straps of the sheer white cover-up she wore. Slowly, deliberately, he slid them over her shoulders. The fabric pooled around her elbows, trapping her arms for a second, highlighting the slope of her neck and the swell of her chest in the tiny gunmetal bikini.

"Better," he growled.

He let the cover-up fall to the deck, leaving her standing in the sunlight, exposed and glorious. The gunmetal grey of the bikini shimmered against her skin. It was barely there, a suggestion of clothing rather than a covering.

Rick’s hands roamed freely now. He placed his palms on her waist, his thumbs rubbing circles into her skin, feeling the heat rising off her. He slid his hands upward, his rough palms scraping deliciously against her ribs, until he cupped her breasts. He groaned low in his throat, a sound of pure appreciation, his thumbs teasing the fabric, feeling her harden beneath his touch.

Sharon gasped, arching her back, her head falling back to expose her throat to the sun and to him. Rick took the invitation. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his lips hot and wet against her skin. He sucked gently, marking her, his hands sliding down her sides, over the curve of her hips, gripping her thighs firmly.

He pulled her flush against him. The linen of his shorts was thin, doing absolutely nothing to hide the evidence of his desire. She could feel the hard, thick ridge of him pressing against her stomach, a solid, demanding pressure that made her knees weak.

She reached for him, her hands exploring the expanse of his back, tracing the lines of muscle, the faint ridges of scars from the night before. He felt solid. Real. A weapon she could hold.

"Rick," she whispered, her voice breathless and husky. "We’re outside. Anyone could see."

Rick lifted his head, nipping at her jawline. "It’s a private island, Sharon. The only things watching us are the seagulls. Let them watch."

He kissed her again, harder this time, with more urgency. His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her, owning her. His hands squeezed her glutes, lifting her slightly onto her toes, pressing her center against his erection. The friction was electric. Every movement sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

They stumbled, locked together, a clumsy, desperate dance of limbs and lips, moving back toward the open door. The deck was too bright, too open. They needed the shadows. They needed the bed.

They crossed the threshold, the cool air of the room hitting their heated skin like a shock, making Sharon shiver in his arms. Rick didn’t stop. He walked her backward, his mouth never leaving hers, until the back of her knees hit the edge of the massive, king-sized bed.

He pushed her gently. Sharon fell back onto the soft, white duvet, the mattress dipping under her weight. She looked up at him, her hair spread out like a halo, her chest heaving, the bikini top straining. She looked like a fallen angel who had decided she liked the fall.

Rick stood over her for a second, a predator admiring his catch. His gaze raked over her body, from her toes to her flushed face, devouring her. He reached down and unfastened the drawstring of his linen shorts. The fabric loosened, hanging low on his hips.

He crawled onto the bed, looming over her. He settled between her legs, his weight a heavy, comforting pressure that pinned her to the mattress. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, his hands sliding the straps of her bikini top down her arms.

"You’re incredible," he murmured against her skin.

Sharon arched her back, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling his face down to hers. "Less talking," she whispered. "More." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

He obliged. He moved lower, his mouth teasing the swell of her breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. He moved with a focused intensity, treating her body like a map he needed to memorize. His hands were everywhere—stroking her inner thighs, teasing the edge of her bikini bottoms, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to touch the heat there.

The room spun around her. The luxury, the island, the danger of the last week—it all faded into the background noise. The only reality was the friction of skin on skin, the scent of him, and the heat building in her core like a coiled spring.

And then, she felt a shift in the mattress.

It wasn’t Rick moving. It was a subtle dip, a displacement of weight from behind him.

Rick froze for a split second, his head lifting from her neck.

Sharon opened her eyes, her gaze drifting past Rick’s shoulder.

Behind him, rising from the pillows like a dark, sleepy succubus, was Nadia.

She had woken up. She wasn’t startled. She wasn’t confused. She was propped up on one elbow, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder, wearing nothing but a slip of black silk she must have found in the wardrobe—or perhaps she’d slept in it. The strap had fallen off one shoulder.

Her eyes were heavy-lidded, dark, and filled with a hunger that matched Rick’s perfectly. She looked at Sharon, then at Rick’s back, a slow, predatory smile curling her lips. She looked... ready.

She didn’t say a word. She simply reached out, her arms wrapping around Rick’s chest from behind, pulling him into her embrace. She pressed her front against his back, sandwiching him between them.

Rick turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder.

Nadia smiled, her lips wet, her eyes gleaming in the semi-darkness. "You started without me," she purred, her voice raspy with sleep and desire. "That’s rude."

Before Rick could answer, she leaned in. She didn’t peck him on the cheek. She captured his mouth in a searing, possessive kiss, biting his lower lip, her tongue tangling with his.

Sharon watched, breathless. A jolt of shock mixed with a sudden, sharp spike of arousal. It was happening. The deal in the club wasn’t just talk.

Nadia broke the kiss, her eyes gleaming. She didn’t stop there. Her hands, confident and skilled, roamed over Rick’s chest, tracing his abs, feeling the tension in his muscles. She slid her hand lower, past his waist.

Her hand slipped between Rick and the mattress, finding the front of his linen shorts.

She found him hard, throbbing against the fabric. She smirked, her hand beginning to rub him through the cloth, a slow, deliberate rhythm that made Rick groan, a sound that vibrated against Sharon’s chest.

"You’re greedy," Nadia whispered against Rick’s neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there, her hand working him with an expert touch. "Taking the Lieutenant all for yourself."

Rick looked down at Sharon, then back at Nadia. He was surrounded by them. The cop and the criminal. The light and the dark. The savior and the sinner. And both of them wanted him.

[System Notification: Quest ’The Aftermath’ - Objective Update]

[Current Status: Winning. Winning Big.]

Rick let out a breathy laugh, the sheer absurdity and pleasure of the moment washing over him. He reached back, grabbing Nadia by the arm, and pulled her forward.

"I’m not greedy," Rick said, his voice rough with lust. "I’m generous."

With a swift, strong movement, he pulled Nadia over his shoulder, flipping her so she landed on the bed beside Sharon.

The two women looked at each other. There was no animosity in their eyes now. No judgment. No law. Just the shared adrenaline of survival and the shared desire for the man hovering over them. The silk of Nadia’s slip rustled against the fabric of Sharon’s bikini.

Rick looked at them both—Sharon in her gunmetal bikini, flushed and waiting; Nadia in her black silk, dark and eager. Two breathtaking women, waiting for him in paradise.

"You’re both getting lucky today," Rick growled, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

He moved, positioning himself between them, his hands reaching out to claim them both. The sun outside was bright, the ocean was blue, and for the first time in a week, nobody was shooting at them.

It was going to be a very, very good day.

END OF Chapter 305