We slip deeper—past the glowing kitchen lined with liquor bottles and meshed bodies crowding the doorway. The music thickens as it pours out the back doors into the night, stretching wider as if warning me how far from normal I’ve already stepped.
Outside, the pool glows like liquid sapphire, lit from below. Bodies splash and grind along the edges while someone films, flashes popping like tiny explosions. But none of that holds me—not when the real temptation sits just beyond it. The gold-trimmed pool house glows soft a quiet promise in the middle of all this chaos. An invitation I can feel in the back of my throat.
Saint steps in behind me, one hand gripping my hip like he’s correcting my stance, pulling me back against his chest. While Cairo pulls me forward with a slow, unyielding pressure that leaves no room for misunderstanding. “Good girl,” Cairo whispers, his tone sending heat right to my stomach. He leans in closer, his breath brushing my cheek, tone turning darker. “I’m glad you’re not drunk… I wouldn’t want you forgetting a single thing we’re about to do to you.”
I bite back a smile, trying to play it cool, even though my pulse is going wild. I tell myself to stop acting shy, but the truth is I’m nervous as hell. God definitely took his time making these gorgeous men—just to hand them over to the world as proof he has a filthy sense of humor. Tall, scrumptious, carved in all the ways that can make a girl forget her own name. Broad, muscular shoulders; veinsrunning down their forearms; hands that look like they’ve ruined more than a few women and didn’t think twice about it.
They were built for dominance, and they know it—every step, every look dripping with dark confidence, like they’ve broken hearts and bodies before… and savored every second. I feel hypnotized by it—by them—and the worst part is, I don’t even want to snap out of it.
Cairo pushes the glass door open, holding me close as if he’s afraid I might slip away, while Saint’s fingers linger at my hip, guiding me inside. Golden light spills across the room, washing over polished floors and leather couches, shadows flickering against the glass walls. It’s a wild sight yet intimate—like stepping into a world designed for lust and bad decisions dressed up as luxury.
Couples are sprawled across the couches, tangled up like they’ve forgotten they’re in public. A poker game hums in the corner of the room, the dealer barely bothering to look up as she flicks cards like she’s seen this same shit a thousand times. The music here hits different. That slow, sultry bass settles into my bones, tempting my hips in a way I refuse to indulge.
Smoke clings to the air—sweet but cut with a sharp hint of cigar and weed—twisting into the champagne sparkle and the bite of cologne. Women laugh from the bodies beneath them. Dresses ride high on their thighs, breasts spilling free, glowing under the dim light like sculpted temptation. It’s the sort of scene that steals your morals in whispers, loosening them one breath at a time until you don’t realize what you’ve given up.
Saint guides me toward a wide sectional tucked deep into a corner, his hand warm around mine as Cairo follows in a quiet, heated trail behind me. The moment we step deeper inside, attention snaps our way. Eyes lifting from cards andswaying hips. Their stares settle on me with a patient curiosity, as if waiting to see what story we’ll bring into the room.
As if my anxiety isn’t already tap dancing—let’s throw in a spotlight.
Arina and King drift in behind us, the room seeming to part around them as they move. Light glances off her burnt-orange corset, warming the fabric until it glows. Their bodies lean subtly toward each other, an unspoken pull that makes their connection impossible to overlook.
Saint draws me into him, lifting my leg over his with a quiet authority, his massive hand resting on my thigh. Cairo takes the space on my other side, stretching an arm behind me, the smoke and skulls inked into his skin curving around my neck as his fingertips skim my collarbone.
Arina and King take the couch across from us, sinking into the leather. King sprawls wide, his hand brushing her thigh every few seconds like he’s testing how far he can go before she bites him. And knowing her, she wouldn’t dare—not with him giving her all the attention she loves..
Saint’s fingers taps his thigh twice—the invitation silent but obvious. Nerves rattling through me as I shift forward, easing myself onto his lap. His arm slips around my back the second I settle, pulling me in until there’s no space left between us. His hand presses low on my spine, anchoring me right over the hard length straining in his pants beneath me.
My breath falters, the want rising so fiercely it smothers whatever fear I had left. He shifts beneath me, nestling closer until his cock fits perfectly into the curve of my shorts, leaving no doubt about who’s in control.
Cairo doesn’t wait. His hands slide beneath my legs, lifting and settling them across his lap. His fingers move in unhurried paths, sliding up my thighs and down my calvesbefore circling back, each touch quietly unraveling my composure.
Caught between them, I feel split open—Saint keeping me grounded with his claiming hold, and Cairo coaxing heat from places I can’t hide. Their hands carry two different commands, but both of them sinking straight into me—stay still… and don’t be afraid to give into the desires that I didn’t realize I had.
And God help me—I want to obey both.
Saint leans in close, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his breath hot enough to turn my shiver into a confession. “You know we both want you,” he murmurs, his deep voice low, every word dragging across my nerves.
“But the question is… how badly do you want us?”
A breathless broken laugh slips out, they can’t be oblivious. Not when my pulse is tripping over itself. Not when I’m pressed between them like this, trying and failing to hide how ready I am to fall into whatever they’re offering. I tilt my head just enough to meet his gaze, masking the commotion in my chest with a grin that feels steadier than I am. “Well,” I say lightly, teasing coating every word, “the fact that we left with you should tell you plenty.”
Cairo’s fingers slide higher, the pads of his thumbs squeezing lightly at my thigh, so close it’s almost cruel. “Oh, I think she does,” he murmurs, his breath ghosting my skin. “I can feel her trembling. Do we make you nervous baby girl?”
My breath stutters, chest rising too fast, every inhale shallow and shaky. Heat floods my stomach, spreading lower until my body betrays me completely. My lips part before I can stop them, silent, caught somewhere between a gasp and a plea.
Saint’s hand tightens around my back, his voice dipping even lower, each word brushing against my skin. “Mmm, youreally think you can handle both of us?” he whispers, his tone edged with lust and certainty. “That’s what I really want to find out.”
My pulse thrums so hard I swear they can feel it. My sarcasm wants to claw its way out, but all that escapes is a shaky breath and the smallest smirk. “It’s not fear… I’m just a little nervous.” I admit, my voice catching halfway. “I’ve never had a threesome before—especially not with anyone that looks as scrumptious as you two. But you both make it hard tonotwant to.”
“Don’t you worry that pretty little head. We’ll take our time until you’re convinced you’ve always belonged right here. I can’t wait to find out who gets too fuck this little pussy of yours first.” Cairo says, his soft lips grazing my inner thigh, his chuckle tempting.
My pulse races, but I force myself to meet Saint’s heavy gaze searing into me, searching my eyes for more. “I’ve got my money on you, pretty boy,” slips out of me, my breath hitching at the slow burn of Cairo’s hand replacing his lips on my inner thigh.
“Is that so?” Saint murmurs, his hazel eyes darkening. “Then I’ll just have to show you why you should always bet on me.”
Cairo’s fingers tighten around my thigh in a playful squeeze, like I’ve just shattered something delicate in him. “Wow,” he drawls under his breath, leaning in close enough that his smile brushes the back of my head. “Picking favorites already? Damn, you’re breaking my heart already baby girl.”
Saint huffs a low laugh and shoots Cairo a look that says he’s not arguing with the truth. “Don’t be mad,” Saint states, ego hiding under his handsome grin. “The woman’s got taste.”
