LOGINZAYDEN.The look on Marian’s face almost tells me that she doesn’t take any of those threats at face value, and really, that’s so like her. She definitely wants to know what we intend on doing to her.But at the same time, there’s a hint of fear in that mischievous light in those eyes of hers that tells me there’s also a part of her that is too scared to find out.The thought makes me smile, there is something about that fear in her eyes that makes my cock throb. None of us wants to hurt her, but at the same time, seeing that fear gives us a level of thrill that neither of us can explain.We don’t want to hurt her, but we do want to scare her.I take Aeron’s place under the table without a word. Marian smells like sex, heaven, salt air and the sweet edge of desperation. Fuck, I could live between her thighs for the rest of my life.“Fuck.” I growl as I spread her open with my thumbs and just look for a second—pink, swollen, shiny, still twitching from everything Aeron already did.The
MARIAN.The outdoor dining setup is… a lot. It’s so much more than I expect, the effort that was put into it is so clear that my chest tightens as my eyes take in every single thing.When I told them I wanted to have an outdoor dinner, I didn’t think that they’d take things this far. Even though it’s still outside, and I can see the stars, it still feels like a place that’s designated for only nobles to sit and eat at.Soft string lights hang between the trees in careful, glowing arcs, and there’s a low table sitting on the sand just above the high-tide line, covered in pale linen that moves gently in the breeze. Dozens of white candles in glass hurricane lamps flicker along the center and on the surrounding rocks. Fresh flowers—white and soft pink—spill from low arrangements.How? Why?The plates are already set with care. There are cushions instead of regular chairs, deep and inviting, and the ocean is only a few meters away, the waves rolling in with a steady, calming rhythm.The
MARIAN.“Wh-What?” I can’t believe what I just heard, did he just say I’ll be having my dinner naked? Normally, I wouldn’t be opposed to that, but after practically humiliating myself in front of all four of them right now, I’m not sure I want to eat dinner naked.The outdoor dinner had been my idea, but that was when nothing like me desperately chasing my orgasm because I want to make them jealous for not fucking me happened.It’s different this time, I’m soaked in my own squirt, my pussy is still fluttering around absolutely nothing, and my legs are so shaky that I feel like I’m going to fall.I have embarrassed myself enough for one day, and I really don’t think I want to do it anymore. I look at Zephyr, and open my mouth but not a single word comes out of my mouth.I want to tell them that they cannot make me have dinner outside, stark naked, but I have a feeling that whatever they’ll say to that will only make my pussy throb even harder, and I already have enough of that.Closing
MARIAN.My eyes roll so far back that I feel them at the back of my head. My thighs start shaking, and my stomach tightens so hard that it’s impossible to loosen it.I can feel the orgasm building like a storm under my skin, heavy and inevitable. I want to stop to look at them, to look at what they’re doing right now, I want to see how they feel watching me fuck myself like this.But I can’t bring myself to stop. My hand move faster than ever, plunging the utensils deeper and deeper into my cunt as my muscles pull taut, and I feel like I’m going to go mad from how intense this orgasm is going to be.“Oh Fuck. Oh fucking Christ. I can’t—” I move faster and faster, and when my eyes eventually flutter open, none of them are looking at me, they’re all just minding their business.The frustration only makes me more desperate. I thrust the spatula and spoon deeper, faster, rubbing my clit so hard it almost hurts.And just at that moment, my orgasm comes crashing down on me like a wrecking b
MARIAN.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.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







