Chapter 3

Jun's POV 

Of course, Ronan got to the penthouse first. I felt like Soren would have driven faster if I wasn't with him. 

But then, the bike didn't move, it flew. I was so scared that I had to wrap my arms around him tightly and when I complained of being afraid of death, he said I should be afraid of not living life to the fullest instead.

Soon, I got used to it. The way the air whipped my hair across my face, and the way he weaved through the bubbling streets expertly was exhilarating. It felt like freedom for the very first time ever. 

In their penthouse, I found it strange that there were no single Christmas decorations in sight.

On the king-size bed inside the luxurious penthouse, I'm naked and the sheets were cool beneath me, but my body burned—with need, and the desperate urge to be fucked. My bra clung to my damp skin, my pre-cum leaked out from my pussy, through the crotchless panties, wet against the sheets that cleaved to my pussy lips. And still—they only watched.

Two pairs of eyes, cold and identical in their hunger, pinned me down harder than any strong hand could—like wolves circling around their pathetic and helpless prey.

I arched my back, desperate for relief, desperate to silence Elias’ voice in my head. His rules, his contract, his ridiculous claims on me—fuck him. Tonight, I’ll drown him out with sin—even if they don't remember my face by morning.

“Please,” I whispered, breathless and broken. My thighs pressed together tightly, but it couldn't stop the ache raging in my cunt. Just how hard is Elias fucking Seraphina exactly. “Do something… please”

Soren smirked, stepping forward. While Ronan stayed back, folding his arms, studying me like I was already his. Like I was already where he wanted me to be. Needy. Desperate. Leaking shamelessly.

“You want us?” Soren growled, voice a perfect mirror of Ronan's.

“Yes.” My answer is shameless, reckless.

Ronan joined us.

“Damn,” Ronan cursed, crouching lower. “Look at those tits. Full and heavy. Do they ache you by any chance?“ he asked genuinely, his voice laced with sheer curiosity.

I took that as a compliment. So, I smiled, warmth spreading in my heart and visible goosebumps appeared on my breasts. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. I slid the straps off my shoulders and removed the cups from my full tits. My breasts spilled out. Full. Heavy. Hard nipples in attention.

I clasped my breasts together, my thumb pressing on the nipples and I shoved it on his face. “They ache… perhaps you should suckle them.“

“Miss…” Ronan barked. “You are really daring us, huh?“ His eyes got dark with lust and his fangs pressed hard on his lower lips.

I didn't answer. Instead, my fingers dug deeper into my flesh as I pleasured myself and gasped from the sensation it sent straight to my core.

Then they exchanged glances and as if they were talking through the mindlink, they nodded and started undressing. Moments later, their shirt, pants and briefs were sprawled on the couch.

Oh… fuck… my eyes drifted down—between their thighs. Damn! Fucking damn!! That wasn't cocks. They were destructive weapons. Thick. Long. Veined. Leaking shamelessly at the red, swollen tips like a fucking tease. These are twice bigger than Elias and I swear…. they won't fit into my pussy.

My mouth and eyes were wide open. Maybe in awe or fear… I don't fucking know.

“You're drooling, Miss,” Ronan sneered, palming his cock. “Or are you scared?“

I forced myself to look away.

Then they climbed the bed and sat at either side of me. “You smell insanely good,” Soren whispered, his breath warm against my neck and I gasped. “I can practically smell you all day long.“

Just how can they smell me?

I wanted to ask, but fuck, I'm too horny to want to think about that now.

Soren slapped my thighs apart. “Crotchless panties, is it?” He taunted. "It seems like you are already prepared for this night, isn't it?” 

Of course, I was prepared for this night. I had worn the panties for Elias but another man would be the one to take it off me. 

Hahaha.

As if they were thinking alike, they grabbed either of my breasts and squeezed it roughly. I gasped as pleasure and pain rippled through me like shockwaves, my body trembling violently.

“Damn, Miss,” Soren said. “Your tits are the best I have seen in my entire life.“ Then he parted his lips and closed it around it. He suckled it in hard tugs, rolled the tip of his tongue on it and bit down on it.

Ronan did the same. His mouth latched at my nipples and his hands pressed hard on the bouncy flesh like he wanted milk to ooze out of it.

“Ohhh,” I whimpered.

My toes curled so hard that I thought it might be paralyzing. I rolled my eyes until I could see stars in my eyes lid. Oh… fuck.. I had seduced them just to prove to Elias that he doesn't own me but I didn't expect that this men would be fucking good. Better than him.

I didn't know which of them drifted his fingers between my thighs, and touched my slick folds through the crotchless panties. He parted it lazily. “Fuck… you're already so wet,” he sneered, his teeth grazing over my peaks. “We haven't even touch you yet, Miss.“

My fingers grabbed a handful of their hair and I pulled them closer to my breasts. I wanted more. I wanted them to suckle them until it aches. Until I can still feel the impact days after. Until my body knows never to react to that bastard ever again.

Soren slammed his fingers inside me and I practically stopped breathing. My back arched off the headboard. My hands tightened around their hair so hard that I feared that I might pull out some strands.

My hole received it like it's been waiting for that thick fingers all day long. He slid all the way in—his knuckles hitting over my clit. Then slide all the way out—my cum making a low filthy sound that echoed through the room. Then he began thrusting in, out. Faster. Harder. Deeper… fuck, I can almost feel his nails in my throat, made my breath hitched.

Ronan rubbed around my clit in slow.. really slow but punishing circles. And the surprising part? They do not disrupt one another. He rubbed around, finding my G-spot and when he found it, he stayed right on it—pressed hard on it.

“Ohhhhhh,” I screamed, thrashed hard against the duvet. “Please…” I tried to close my thighs but they wouldn't let me. These men weren't joking when they asked if I could handle both of them earlier.

I swear… They are a million times better than Elias.

“My tits…. ah, ah, ah.“ Words that I don't understand, spilled past my lips. “Goddess… yes.. there,” I cried out when he pressed hard on my sensitive bud.

“Yes… there—there—my tits—sucking it like that —you—guys—would—be—the—end—of—me,” I drawled, my body arched off the bed.

My chest rose and fell vigorously. My stomach flipped upside down. Tears blurred my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. My forehead was clammy in the air-conditioned room.

“Cum,” Soren who was fingering me said, and slid his finger in and out, “for,” finger in and out, “us.“

I obeyed.

I shattered.

Hot loads of thick squirt shot out from my pussy onto their fingers.

They pulled out their fingers from my pussy and their mouths left my nipples.

My hands weakened, my breathing slowed and I collapsed on Ronan's chest.

At the same time, they parted their lips and dipped their coated fingers into their mouth.

“Miss,” Soren growled, shaking his head as he savoured the taste of me. “Why so sweet?“

“I can practically taste you forever,” Ronan said calmly as he swirled his tongue hungrily around his fingers.

I managed a small smile. Yeah…. I know I taste nice because I used to taste myself too.

Soren got off the bed, his hand stroking his cock. “Are you tired, Miss?“

I shook my head. “I'm not.“

“Good,” he added. “Because we are just getting started.”