As a form of punishment, PK chose silence.
He moved with the grace of a predator, driving Eve back until she fell onto the plush silk of the bed.
He followed her down, his heavy, muscular frame pinning her small body into the mattress. Without a word, he claimed her.
He kissed her with a punishing intensity—first her lips, then trailing down to her flushed cheeks and the sensitive column of her neck.
Eve's composure shattered, a soft, broken moan escaping her throat that echoed through the quiet room.
Watching from the side, Lana and Luna felt their faces burning.
The jealousy was a physical ache in their chests; they hated being spectators to Eve's pleasure. They wanted to be the ones pinned under him, the ones feeling that crushing heat.
"We're sorry, PK!" Lana finally blurted out, her voice trembling.
Lana nodded quickly, eyes glossy.
"We thought you were ignoring us… that you were sharing everything only with Eve. We didn't mean anything bad. We just—" Her voice cracked. "We didn't want to feel left out."
They stood there, pitiful and close to tears.
PK finally turned to them.
He exhaled slowly, then nodded.
"That's my fault," he said calmly. "I should've been more open with you both. From now on, I won't keep things from you. Alright?"
The tension broke instantly.
He opened his massive arms, and the twins surged forward, burying themselves in his embrace like lost children finding home. Eve stood up, her face a deep shade of crimson as she smoothed her dress, quietly giving the three of them space.
Then PK gently separated from them.
PK suddenly grabbed Luna, spinning her around and pinning her against the cold mahogany wall. He didn't give her a second to breathe before he leaned in for a fierce, territorial kiss. It was as if he wanted to melt into her mouth; their tongues intertwined in a desperate, frantic rhythm.
Luna's head spun, her lungs burning for air, while PK's hands slid under the thin fabric of her dress, his palms searing against the skin of her back.
When he finally released her, Luna slumped against the wall, her eyes glazed and her lips beautifully swollen.
Not missing a beat, PK turned his attention to Lana. He scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her to the center of the bed.
He pinned both of her wrists above her head, his body pressing her deep into the pillows. He claimed her mouth in a long, soul-searching kiss that seemed to last forever.
Their bodies were fused together, every curve of Lana's frame meeting the hard planes of his.
A soft, high-pitched moan vibrated between them as their tongues tangled. PK felt the urge to go further—to lose all control—but he pulled back at the last second, his breathing ragged. He looked down at the three women, all of them marked by his touch, their hearts beating in sync with his own.
There was restraint in his voice. Control.
But beneath it, all of them could feel it.
The tension wasn't gone.
It had only been postponed.