LOGIN63. AsenaMy heart is still racing when Caspian turns to Bernard and the two security guards. His voice is calm but carries steel. “Benard, I think I need to show my uncle something, bring him back. Now.”Bernard nods and moves quickly. I stand between the twins, Zavian’s arm still around my waist. My cheek still burns with the memory of how close Allesandro’s hand came to striking me. Disgust lingers in my stomach, heavy and sour.A minute later, the guards escort Allesandro back into the dining room. He looks furious, cheeks flushed, but there is a flicker of uncertainty when he sees both twins flanking me.From the look in his eyes, I can see that he's afraid though the old man tries hard to rein it in. He doesn't want to show fear before the young ones.Caspian steps slightly forward, keeping me close. “I think you need a clearer message. We need to show you who she belongs to and mark you, we don't share. Not with shameless old men.”Before I can process what is happening, Zavia
62. AsenaI wake slowly, the late afternoon light now softer, turning golden as evening approaches. The bed is warm but empty on both sides. For a moment my heart gives a small flutter of old fear, but it fades quickly. I know where they are. Caspian and Zavian have work. They stayed with me all morning and afternoon, loving me so thoroughly that I still feel the pleasant ache between my legs and the tenderness in my muscles. They did not abandon me. They simply had to return to their responsibilities. The realization brings a small, private smile to my lips. I am okay. I am safe here.I stretch lazily and slip out of bed. My body feels used in the best way. I head to the bathroom, freshen up with a quick shower, letting the warm water soothe my skin. I choose a simple soft dress from the closet they filled for me. It's light blue, modest but comfortable. Brushing my hair, I look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks are still slightly flushed. There is a new softness in my eyes. I feel…
61. CaspianI watch Asena come down from her orgasm, body trembling between us, and something fierce and possessive surges in my chest. She is ours. Finally, completely ours. The sight of her flushed skin, swollen lips, and the way our combined release glistens between her thighs makes my cock twitch again already. I am not done. Not even close.Zavian kisses her softly, murmuring praise against her mouth. I meet his eyes over her shoulder and we understand each other without words. We need more. She needs more.I scoop her up easily, her legs wrapping around my waist. She is light in my arms, trusting, still catching her breath. “Bedroom,” I say, voice rough. Zavian nods and follows as I carry her upstairs, my hands gripping her ass, fingers teasing the mess we left there. Every step makes her whimper softly against my neck. I love the sound. I love how she clings to me.We reach the bedroom and I lay her on the massive bed. Sunlight still pours through the windows, lighting her up
60. AsenaThe moment Bernard and the maids leave the room, the air grows thick with intention. Caspian’s hand stays firm on my waist, his forehead still pressed to mine. I can feel Zavian’s gaze on us, heavy and warm. My heart beats fast, but it is not fear. It is want. Pure, aching want.Caspian kisses me first, deep and slow. His tongue slides against mine, tasting, claiming. I moan softly into his mouth as heat pools low in my belly. When we break apart, his voice is rough. “Tell us if you need to stop, sweetheart. Always.”“I won’t,” I whisper. “I want this. I want both of you.”Zavian’s hand tightens on my knee. “Then let us love you.”Caspian stands and pulls me up with him. In one smooth motion he lifts me onto the edge of the dining table, pushing plates aside. The wood is cool beneath my thighs. He steps between my legs, hands sliding up under the oversized shirt I wear, his shirt, until he cups my bare breasts. His thumbs brush my nipples and I arch into him with a gasp.“So
59. AsenaI am smiling. For the first time in weeks, I am smiling.Mama is back with me.We head downstairs together after the morning lingers in bed. My body still feels warm and loose from their touches, from the gentle way they grounded me between them. Caspian keeps one hand on my lower back and Zavian walks close on my other side, fingers brushing mine every few steps. I feel surrounded, cherished, and slightly dazed by how natural it all seems now.The scent of fresh coffee and warm bread greets us as we enter the dining area. Bernard, the butler, stands near the table with quiet efficiency. He is an older man with kind eyes and perfectly pressed clothes. Maria, the maid, arranges a platter of fruit and smiles softly when she sees us. A younger maid I have not met yet hovers nearby, setting out plates.I love the peace and smiles that I have never experienced in my home ever since mama left me. I love it here but… I don't think I deserve all this but I don't say anything and I d
58. CaspianI push the bedroom door open slowly, careful not to let it creak. The house is quiet, the kind of quiet that only comes after a long storm. In my arms, I carry the wooden urn like it is made of glass. The room is dim as there is only a bedside lamp lit but the light is enough and I shed my clothes to nothing and stare at them. Zavian looks peaceful and I know this is the first time he has slept in weeks. I lift the quilt and his hand is holding her protectively around the waist.“You are back," he whispers when he feels me settle beside her.“Yeah." “You got it?" He asks again in a whisper.“I did." “Good. Good night, twin," he says.“Good night twin," I answer and close my eyes after covering myself and holding her hand.I wake up to the morning light just as it is beginning to slip through the curtains and my eyes find them again.Zavian lies on his back, one arm curled protectively around Asena. She is tucked against his side, face buried in his chest, her breathing
Asena After running from the hotel, broken and shamed, I walk aimlessly around the city. I should have gone home and figured out how to return four hundred invitations, cancel a venue and explain to everyone that there was going to be no wedding. Instead, I stumbled into this place that reeks of
AsenaI step out of the taxi and look at the huge building before me. My phone chimes with a new message. Suite 412. Can't wait to see you in the dress, babe.I press my phone against my chest, trying to calm the wild flutter in my heart.In three days, I’ll wed the love of my life.Matteo Russo.
Caspian She is asleep. I stand by the window at first, my back half-turned to the bed, watching the city lights flicker beyond the glass while the steady rhythm of machines fills the silence behind me. The hospital room smells sterile, clean in a way that feels wrong for someone like her, like she
AsenaCaspian's mouth descends, and the first stroke of his tongue against my oversensitive flesh makes me jolt."Wait…" I gasp, trying to close my legs, but his hands grip my thighs, holding them open."Relax, sweetheart," he murmurs against my skin. "I'm just going to taste you. That's all.""Tha







