The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 121: Game

Chapter 121: Game

Beatrix made her way into the Rhys’ bathroom, her heart was pounding with excitement. She had been thinking about Rhys all day, and she couldn’t resist the urge to sneak up on him while he was showering.

She crept quietly towards the shower, her heart racing as she imagined what it would be like to be wrapped in his strong arms.

The sound of the water hitting the tiles was all that she could hear as she crept closer.

As she reached the shower curtain, she hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should turn back.

She took a deep breath and pushed the curtain aside and saw the outline of Rhys’ body through the frosted glass of the shower door.

Her heart raced as she reached for the handle, taking a deep breath before she pushed it open.

She found Rhys leaning against the wall, his head tilted back as the water cascaded over his body. Beatrix felt a jolt of desire run through her as she watched him.

Without hesitation, she stepped into the shower and wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her body against his. He let out a startled gasp, and turned around to face

"Beatrix, what are you doing here?"

Beatrix smiled at him, her arms still around his waist.

"I miss you," she whispered.

Rhys smiled back at her and pulled her closer, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but for Beatrix it only amplified her emotions to the brink of collapse. Despite the fact that she was getting soaked, her focus was solely on Rhys.

She missed him so much, his scent enveloping her and calming her every nerve, like finally scratching an itch that had been bothering her for weeks. She missed the softness of his hair as her hands raked through. She missed his touch and kisses.

Beatrix moaned into the kiss as he deepened it.

Rhys pulled away to gasp for air, even a moment apart felt unbearable and he quickly returned to kiss her with intense passion and greed.

Rhys stepped back and stared at her face, both of them breathing heavily. He gazed at her as if he were seeing her for the first time, as if the past week’s separation had caused him to forget her appearance and he was now committing it to memory once more.

"I missed you too." He admitted.

Beatrix swallowed, the unspoken tension between them was palpable, as if it was physically pushing them closer together.

Despite this, they were both putting on a façade of composure, pretending that they were unaffected by it, and trying to ignore the difficulty it was causing them to breathe. It was as if they were both struggling to resist the overwhelming desire coursing through them.

Beatrix bit her lips and his intense gaze fell on it. Beatrix’s breath hitched, as the memory of him touching her flooded her mind. It’s been so long since he had touched her.

It was hard to believe that she was still intact after spending time with these sexy men.

Even though they had taught her what her body was capable of. she wanted more.

Rhys presseed his lips flat together after a moment and let out a heavy sigh through his nose,

"Fuck little mouse, now you’re all soak and you’re driving me insane. "

Rhys’ voice grew deeper and more raspy as he spoke, and his gaze was intense, making it hard for her to look away."

This wasn’t how I thought our first meeting after —" he trailed off and sighed,

"I’m sorry. I was a jerk."

Beatrix hummed in agreement, relaxing against him and letting her fingers tracing along his chest;

"Yeah you were."

Rhys sighed, "Sorry, I didn’t mean to create problems between you and your brother." He said quietly as if he was afraid of his voice.

Beatrix looked up at him and seeing how remorseful he looked her heart couldn’t help but ache.

She couldn’t even be angry at him because he was so... bloody.....handsome and he looked cute now.

"My brother loves me, don’t worry he will come around soon. Beatrix said, speaking about Matteo, he still wasn’t picking her calls and he still hadn’t bothered to contact her too.

She was getting restless the more he ignored her.

Rhys nodded,"How have you been?" He asked softly, cupping her cheeks.

"Bad. Your stupid brother sent me away. I have been crying nonstop. I thought I had lost both of you."

Her voice became tense as her stomach felt uneasy from the physical contact with him, specifically from the feeling of his arousal pressing against her wet dress.

"I’m glad you didn’t give up on us."

He said as he pulled her closer to him using his grip on her buttocks and her breathing became shallow as he noticed his own breathing becoming irregular due to the sensation created by the friction.

He nuzzled in the crook of her neck, breathing her in, "I thought I wouldn’t see you again. Not get to touch you or hold you in my arms like this again. I was so scared litttle mouse,

He whispered, with his hand tracing circles on the skin on her thighs.

"And now that I finally have you again in my arms. I can’t think straight around you in general, let alone when you’re looking like a delicious meal right now."

Beatrix flushed, "Damien is waiting for us. He has cooked dinner for us."

Rhys nodded, "Yeah we will continue this after dinner. But you have to take a shower too. Your dress is soaked."

"Do you want me to join you?" She asked teasingly seeing how hard he was getting.

"As much as I would like to have you bath with me I can’t. Unless you want us to keep Damien waiting." He said suggestively.

Beatrix smiled and leaned in to kiss him, "I’ll be quick," she murmured against his lips.

He reluctantly let her go, watching as she disappeared out of the bathroom.

Beatrix couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment that their moment was cut short, but she knew that dinner with Damien was important too. They needed this reunion after everything they had gone through.

She took a deep breath and tried to push her desire for Rhys to the back of his mind.

She quickly took a shower and made her way to the kitchen, where Damien had already served the food.

Her hair was still damp but her dress was replaced with a comfortable, casual outfit. She smiled at Rhys as she took her seat at the table.

Damien sat beside her, making her sit in between the two men.

As they chatted and the delicious aroma of the food filled the air, Beatrix couldn’t help but feel happy surrounded with the men she loved.

Dinner was a blur of laughter and good food, but all Beatrix could focus on was the way Rhys hand kept brushing against hers under the table while Damien rested his hand on her thighs.

After the dinner they moved to the living room, Rhys and her were drinking wine while Damien had just a glass of water.

Damien’s fingertips traced along the top of her shoulder, and she smiled to herself as she leaned into his firm muscular side further.

His lips placed a delicate kiss against her temple, hearing her inhale and exhale with almost relief.

The alcohol already was causing her skin to tingle with just the slightest touch.

Rhys mischievous grin hardly goes unnoticed when he stated, "Up for a game, little mouse?"

Beatrix shook her head

"Nope, nope, nope, I’m okay admiring both of you right here."

Damien chuckled to himself and stated , "Are you scared we’ll team up against you and you’ll be helpless? Afraid to lose?"

Beatrix gasped and lightly pushed him away, "You wouldn’t dare! You’re supposed to back me up"

She continued to appear shocked as Damien couldn’t help but continue to laugh.

"I think she is just too scared," Rhys smirked, taking a sip of his wine.

"What are we playing?" She asked hesitantly, seeing the mischievous look in their eyes.

Rhys eyed Damien and then replied, "How about, ’Would you rather?’"

Alright, that’s not hard. We will guess which answer is better...although I have a feeling I’m going to be ganged up on now.

"So would you have all the power in the world or the money in the world?" Rhys asked.

Beatrix smiled, "This is easy. Power of course."

Damien raised his brows but said nothing.

"Would you rather fuck in the kitchen or bathroom?"

Beatrix cheeks tainted red, she has always wanted to have wild sex in the kitchen especially on a kitchen counter but she had still enjoyed the shower make out with Rhys. It was hard to choose.

"Kitchen." She had yet to do that so she would go with that.

"Dirty girl," Rhys chuckled.

Beatrix shrugged and turned to Damien,

"Would you rather fuck me alone or you want to fuck me along with Rhys?"

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