my face

Asena

The question slams into me, stealing my breath away. Compensation? What the actual fuck?

"I... I didn't mean to walk in on you," I manage, my voice fracturing.

“I was being followed so I…” I fumble with words.

I just needed…"

"Sure you were." Caspian lifts his hand, hid fingers threading through my hair with agonizing slowness. He brushes a strand from my face, his touch almost tender. "You always were terrible at lying, Asena." He whispers into my ears, his hushed voice sending delicious tremors straight to my head.

Zavian shifts, closing the space between us. His scent wraps around me like a drug, making my head spin.

"You were looking for an escape,you say?” He asks, his head almost touching my neck.

"...But you found us instead. And yet..." His gaze drags deliberately down my body and I clamp my legs, my breath hitching.

"You didn't scream,Asena. You didn't even run. You just stood there and watched."

Heat floods my cheeks. I can’t deny his words because they are true.

I should have turned around and walked away.

Heck, I should have run as fast as I could. But, I didn't.

I stayed, and watched, and got so fucking aroused from it. How shameful.

"I tried to leave," I whisper. "The door…"

"Was locked," Caspian finishes, his hand slamming against the wood beside my head. The sound makes me jump. "VIP rooms are always locked from the inside, sweetheart. For privacy."

His body heat seeps into me and I almost lean closer, my desperate body aching for more of his touch.

I should push them away, should put distance between us, but my body doesn't care about should or shouldn't.

My chest rises and falls, my mind replaying every obscene image from moments ago.

The way Caspian gripped her throat, the way Zavian made her moan. The raw and shameless pleasure written across her face as she…

God.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block it out.

A low sound rumbles from one of them, I don't know who.

It reeks of amusement mixed with something darker.

Zavian leans in until his lips barely graze the shell of my ear.

"You liked watching us, didn't you little mouse?” he whispers and I clamp my thighs, his words stirring something shameful inside me.

I jerk back as if electrocuted. "No. I didn't…"

But between the three of us, we all know thats a fucking white lie.

Caspian's fingers catch my chin, forcing my gaze up to meet his. Those gray eyes pin me in place, stripping away every defense I pretend to erect.

"Your cheeks are flushed, sweetheart." His mouth curves into a slow, predatory smile. "Your breathing is ragged." His thumb traces my lower lip, and I feel the touch everywhere. "And your mouth is begging to be kissed."

My legs nearly buckle at his observation.

My mind screams to push them away and ran as fast as I can.

But I'm paralyzed, caught in between fear and something more dangerous… a burning desire for them.

Zavian's fingers trail down my arm with maddening lightness and sparks ignite beneath my skin with every graze.

"You came in here shaking like a frightened rabbit," he murmurs, his breath hot against my temple. "But the moment you saw what we were doing..." His lips ghost over my skin, "You forgot how to breathe."

My thighs press together involuntarily, trying to ease the ache building between my legs.

Caspian catches the movement instantly. Of course he does.

“Little bird,” He chuckles, a sound that resembles pure sin. "That's fucking adorable."

His gaze turns predatory.

"Tell me something,Asena. Did watching her take my cock make your pretty thighs clench like that? Did it make you wet?" He purrs into my ears.

“ More importantly, do you want to take my cock like the bad good girl you pretend to be?”

"I don't... stop..." The protest is barely a whisper,dying in my throat.

Zavian's hand finds my waist and he lays a possessive and claiming grip on it.

"Your body doesn't lie, Asena," he says softly. "It knows what it wants. Even if you are too scared to admit it."

The past slams into me at his words.

I remember the years of their cruelty, their taunts, the way they made me feel worthless.

"You two spent years tormenting me," I whisper, my voice breaking. "Why would I ever want..."

"Want us?" Caspian's voice drips with dark amusement. He leans closer, close enough that I can feel his words against my lips. "Because the way you are looking at us right now, sweetheart, tells me everything I need to know."

My breath hitches.

“ Don't try to pretend, you've always wanted us.” Zavian reveals my dirty secret… the one I thought was well buried, never to see the light of the sun.

The two of them were my tormentors. And me… I was the little bookworm who craved them silently.

Zavian's hand moves again, sliding up my side.

"You came here to forget him," he says quietly, his voice weaving through my defenses like smoke. "Didn't you?"

My eyes widen, chest tightening.

"How do you know about…" I trail off, unwilling to hear the answer anymore.

“ About your pathetic little ex fucking your step sister for months?” Caspian asks.

"We have been keeping tabs on you, Asena. For a long time." Zavian reveals.

My entire body goes rigid. "What?"

"You heard him." Caspian's thumb drags across my jaw. "We notice things about the pets that interest us. Like how you used to watch us in the hallways. How you'd blush whenever we got too close. How you pretended to hate us..." He leans in until his mouth hovers over mine. "When really, you wanted us to take you.”

"I'm not a pet," I protest but even I can hear how unconvincing it sounds.

Caspian's lips curve against mine.

"Then why does your body respond like one?" He whispers.

Heat crashes through me.

It's shame and want tangled so tightly I can't tell them apart.

"You're wrong," I whisper desperately. "I don't…"

I swallow my words when his fingers trace my trembling lip, then slide down to my chin.

Caspian then leans in until I can feel every word against my skin. "I can practically taste how badly you want this.”

A soft, humiliating sound escapes my lips.

A moan.

God!!!

Zavian's mouth finds my neck.

He doesn't kiss me, just breathing against my pulse point and I arch helplessly into the touch.

"You're hurting,Asema. I get that,”he murmurs into my skin.

I want to scream at him, tell him he doesn't know shit but I don't.

“ You are trying to drown it in alcohol and strangers who don't give a fuck about you."

His hand slides up to cradle my jaw, tilting my face toward his.

"So why not bury it in something that actually feels good? Let us make you forget him. Let us show you what you've been missing."

A moan slips past my defenses before I can stop it.

Caspian's smile turns razor-sharp.

"There it is," he whispers, his voice pure sin. "The truth is that our little mouse has been dying to be ruined by us." He muses.

"Stop calling me that," I breathe, shaking.

He leans closer, his lips brushing my flushed cheek.

"Then tell me what you want to be called." He asks, his breath hot against my ear. "Pet?" His hand slides to my hip and his fingers flex possessively. "Or would you prefer something filthier? Something that makes you blush the way you're blushing right now?"

My breath shatters completely.

"I shouldn't… I should leave here and…”

Zavian catches my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.

"Asena," he calls, his voice alluring like a siren trapping me.

“ Let go tonight.”

Three words.

Three impossible but perfect words.

Caspian's hand traces my waist, his touch burning through fabric. Zavian's breath ghosts over my throat. My heart hammers so violently I think it might crack my ribs.

I try to hold onto logic and to the memory of Matteo's betrayal and Sophia's cruelty and the girl who wasn't woman enough to keep a man interested.

But something inside me fractures.

A desperate need to prove to myself that I can keep a man interested overtakes my senses.

I look up at them,at the men who tormented me, who somehow still make my stomach flip and my pulse race. At the danger I should run from but can't.

The look in their eyes is hypnotic, drawing me to sin.

I close my eyes, take a deep breath then release it.

When I open them, the answer is written all over my face.