Se connecterMARIAN.All four of them are staring directly at my pussy, not even averting their gazes for a slight second. They’re all looking right at it, and the intensity of their gazes makes me feel like I’m going to cum right there and then.I keep myself spread open with two fingers, pink and shiny and still dripping from the orgasm I just gave myself with nothing but filthy thoughts. Their eyes are locked between my legs like they’ve forgotten how to blink.Zayden’s jaw is tight. Aeron’s fingers flex against the counter. Tristan’s gaze is dark and heavy. Zephyr’s icy blue eyes have gone almost black, the cold mask cracked just enough for me to see the hunger underneath.What I’m doing is working. Good.They may have decided not to fuck me, but boy, am I going to make sure that they feel just as frustrated as I am right now. The sheer sexual tension in the kitchen is so thick I can taste it.The tension presses against my skin, makes my nipples tighten even harder, makes my empty cunt clench
MARIAN.My toes curl just thinking about everything I want them to do to me, all the ways I want them to ruin me before the end of this vacation. Hell, even before we have dinner tonight.“Are you lost in thoughts again?” Tristan’s voice jolts me out of my thoughts, and when I lift my gaze to look at him, he has a smirk on his face.He knows what he’s doing. They all do.“Maybe we should start getting ready for another wave of orgasm.” Zephyr says, and hearing their voices alone is enough to make my pussy flutter around nothing.“She wants us. That look in her eyes proves it.” Aeron adds, and I roll my eyes, not really enjoying the way they’re talking about me like I’m not there with them, but there’s a part of me that enjoys their presence.I can feel Zayden’s eyes trailing my body, down to my trembling thighs, and I feel goosebumps covering my skin, almost as though my body knows exactly what part he’s looking at.They’re not wrong at all, I want them like a fucking crackhead needs
MARIAN.I glare at both of them, the apple halfway to my mouth as I shake my head. “You boys think you know me so well, but you don’t know me at all.” I say even though I know that’s a big fat lie.They think they know me because they actually do know me, and sometimes, it’s a little… humiliating how they seem to know me even more than I claim to know myself.The last thing I want right now is to give them the satisfaction that they’re right. Sure, I may have gotten wet thinking about them having a cooking show on TV.Sure, I may be fantasizing them fucking me on camera even though that episode never gets to air, but do they need to know that? Absolutely not, it will only make them get cockier than they currently are, and I can’t have that.“You know, I admire how bold you are when it comes to things like this, but you, my friends, are wrong about me. The parts you know are the parts I want you to know.” I add, trying to sound like a philosopher.But they only look at each other, rais
MARIAN.“Ahh.” Zephyr simply says, and when I look between him and Zayden, they both look like they’re having some sort of conversation that I am not a part of.I can see the side of Zephyr’s mouth slowly curving into something that I know is bound to be a mocking smile, and if I wasn’t so tired and a little too frustrated, I might have grabbed a pan and hit it on both their heads.Zayden laughs again, and Zephyr joins in, the way they don’t even have to say a word yet they can communicate with each other makes me roll my eyes. “Got it.” Zephyr says amidst laughter.“You got nothing! He didn’t even speak, how the fuck would you be able to get anything from that?” I hissed, and Aeron is the one who looks at like I’m out of my mind.“Uhmm, bunny. We’re quadruplets. We shared the same damn womb.” He says, and I roll my eyes even harder because there is no way they believe that bullshit.“You’re this old and you believe that?” I ask, making sure that they can hear the disappointment in my
MARIAN.My mouth goes dry at once, and my throat feels as though it’s going to close up. Something twists in my stomach, and I feel my pussy practically crying to have Zayden’s dick inside it.Now that he’s so close to me, I can smell his cologne and it drives me crazy with need, but the last thing I want is to be the one who loses whatever game he’s playing.I look up at him, and there’s a delicious smirk on his lips, the kind that makes me melt and causes me to feel about five thousand delicious emotions at the same fucking time.Closing my eyes, I lick my lower lip and immediately decide to try for flirty. I tip my chin up, let my voice go soft and a little breathless. “And what exactly do you think I’m thinking about, Zayden?”His smirk deepens as if to tell me that he’s going to take the damn challenge, as if he knows that he doesn’t even have to do anything to win this stupid game that I think we’re both playing.“You really want to go there?” He asks, and his voice touches me i
MARIAN.We start with the second bedroom since mine doesn’t need another tour. I've been there, I’ve seen how large it is, and what needs confirming now is if the other bedrooms are just as large as that.This bedroom is different—cooler tones, a massive platform bed facing a wall of glass that looks out over black volcanic rock and crashing waves instead of the soft beach. The furniture is sharper, more modern, all dark wood and steel.It feels like a completely different personality which makes me want to ask if they each own one bedroom. “Do you all each have one bedroom to yourselves?”Zayden looks like he’s thinking about it for a second, then he shrugs and shakes his head. “No, we don’t. Most of the time we just sleep wherever we like or together.” He responds.“Wow.” I say, nodding my head. If they’re not going to take one for themselves, why do they have so many? I don’t ask that, although with the way Zayden is looking at me, I feel like he knows I want to ask.“We don’t use
MARIAN.Walking as fast as my legs can carry me into my safest space in this house, I slam the door to my private bedroom shut behind me, the heavy click echoing like a gunshot in the quiet space. My chest heaves, lungs burning as I lean back against the polished wood, fingers trembling against the
MARIAN.His eyes stay on me, and it feels as though I’m in a staring contest with him, a contest I know all too well that I’m going to lose, and true to that, I did not just blink, but I also looked away.When he looks at me like that, I think in directions I shouldn’t. I start imagining things I k
MARIAN.My eyes grow wide at the sound of the voice, and I can hear my heart racing as if it’s desperately trying to tear through my ribs. My head still pounds, but the rest of my muscles feel relaxed, so I’m guessing the headache is because of how much whiskey I consumed.Running my fingers throug
MARIAN. The VIP section is quiet as I feel all four brother’s eyes on me. My body burns, and my grip around my clutch tightens so hard that my knuckles turn white, it’s almost as if it’s the only thing I’m looking to as an anchor. A low guttural laugh emanates from Zayden as he stands to his feet







