“How long will the meal take?” I ask.
“Hhmmm? Oh, about another hour or more. It needs to simmer some.”
Perfect.
“Well, that’s good timing. I have a gift I want you guys to unwrap before we eat.”
“Oh, okay.” Saint carries on adding herbs to the items on the roasting tray.
“You’ll need to come upstairs to do it,” I add.
“Fine. Give me five minutes.”
Five minutes later, I am growing impatient. I shout down to them, and moments after my call, the heavy footfalls of three big men pound up the stairs.
I’m laid out on our massive bed, the champagne robe discarded so the thigh length, lacy black item I have on underneath takes center stage.
It hides my body, but reveals it, too. Bits of flesh here, black thread there, a hint of dark, swollen nipple poking out, fleshy lips pressing against the fabric...
As the guys enter the room, Zane, who is leading, stops abruptly, and the other two smash into him.
“Sacre enfer,” Lex murmurs in awe.
Saint pushes past the other two to stalk toward me, a ravenously predatory look on his handsome face.
I’m happy my plan is working. They’ve been treating me as if I’m a fragile, broken thing in the short time we’ve been back. It stops now. I want them to see me as a sexual woman, not a victim of that fucking bastard who dared to touch me.
“You like?” I ask.
“What? How?” Lex walks slowly into the room, staring as I pull the lace to one side and spread my legs. “Fuck, Vani. How did you do this?”
My pussy is all gleaming, clit pumped and oiled.
I confess my crimes.
“I might have stolen a couple of things from the apartment.”
I figured it wasn’t really stealing if the items were only going to be disposed of anyway. Besides, Saint had paid enough money for that room, and we’d barely had the chance to use it. I took the two pumps, and I also helped myself to a very pretty butt plug.
I spread my legs wider and lift my hips a little, so they can see the flash of metal with a mother-of-pearl stopper stuffing my hole.
Saint slowly shakes his head. “Oh, Vani, you’re going to get fucked so hard.”
“I hope so, Saint, because everywhere aches deliciously.”
He growls and pushes my thighs apart before burying his face between my legs.
The first lick of his tongue on such swollen, sensitive flesh is electric. I hitch my hips, wanting more.
Saint doesn’t disappoint. He licks me and sucks me until I’m a writhing, panting mess. He has such a clever tongue.
He breaks off and gestures to Lex. “Want a taste?”
His twin nods eagerly, and takes Saint’s spot between my thighs. It’s as though the two of them constantly try to outdo each other, and Lex eats me like he’s ravenous. Just as I’m on the brink, he pulls away, his face wet, leaving me mewling with disappointment.
“Not yet,mon ange,”he tells me. “We want to make this good. Take our sweet time.”
While I have a breather from almost coming, I look around and frown.
