Beethoven tipped his head back at his piano. Partially deaf, he felt the vibrations in his soul.
So did I.
Kharon walked over to the table and yanked a chair out—Augustus did the same next to him.
They turned the chairs, so they were facing each other, about an arm’s distance apart.
My face flamed as I remembered what Kharon had said weeks ago.
Then … Augustus and I would sit down in two chairs across from each other—we’d pass you back and forth, fucking you on our laps, for hours.
Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe.
They sauntered toward me.
Kharon grabbed the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair—he yanked me flush against him, his mouth claiming mine with a desperate groan.
I kissed back just as hard.
Augustus moved behind me, his nails biting my skin as he grabbed the back of my dress toga with both hands.
Rippppp.
The silk material fluttered to my feet, cool air blowing against my exposed body.
I was naked beneath it.
Augustus grabbed my ass, kneading both globes with his strong fingers, nails pricking as he kissed down my spine.
“So gorgeous … so perfect … so divine,” purred deep inside my mind, in rhythm with every brush of his lips.
The taste of a rainstorm on my tongue, I grabbed at Kharon’s short silky hair, deepening our kiss.
His crown fell to the floor with a metallic ring. No one moved to get it.
Kharon tipped my head back, tongue plunging with morefervor down my throat. His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs teasing across my nipples until they were hard, every brush sending pleasure to my core.
They wereeverywhere.
Mouths and hands devoured me—a total corruption.
I grabbed at Kharon’s shirt, tugging, needing to explore his skin, but the stupid buttons wouldn’t budge.
Kharon yanked back from me. I stumbled, but Augustus held my hips, steadying me as he continued kissing down my spine like a man possessed.
Kharon grabbed both sides of his shirt and yanked it apart.
Diamond buttons flew off, rolling all around the room, and he threw the ruined cloth to the floor, flexing as he fucked me with his eyes.
Thick brands covered his chest—the pale skin was a network of fresh pink scars and old white lines—the newest of all sat smack-dab in the middle and he rubbed his hand over it, face full of pride.
I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
I reached for him, while Augustus dragged his nails down my spine, and followed it with his tongue.
Kharon shook his head no.
Stepping back until his legs knocked against the chair he’d positioned earlier, he settled into it, legs spreading wide, his branded chest drenched in firelight.
