My eyes drop to his lips—full, parted, and far too close for my sanity. The smell of smoke and trouble pulls me into his embrace. And somehow, I’m already caught in his pull without a single thought left to save me.
The air feels electric, dangerous even, and all I can think is how it would feel to let go—to stop pretending I’m not craving this kind of thrill.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Arina. She’s already tangled up with King, their mouths crashing together in a heated kiss, his arm looped around her neck while his other hand grips her breast, pulling her tighter with every breath.
Before I can even turn back, Saint’s soft lips crash into mine—starving and relentless. The impact stealing the air straight from my lungs. His mouth moves against mine raw with need, his thumb digging into my waist, demanding all of me. My fingers tug at his shirt, clinging like letting go would drop me straight into the deep end.
His teeth nip my bottom lip and a gasp slips free, half hurt, half surrender, and he devours it instantly, kissing me like he wants to own every sound I make. Great. Another man who kisses like sin and smells like a mistake.
And not just one—but two. And God you need to help me.
But even God himself can’t save me from the hands of these beautiful devils. I’m already lost in the pull of it, falling deeper into a kind of trouble I didn’t think I’d touch so soon again.
Cairo’s hands never leave me, they just grew more demanding, sliding higher up my shorts with no hesitation. His fingers press against the thin strip of my thong, grazing my throbbing lips, honey-slow before his thumb rubs rough circles over my clit. My body jolts, pressing harder into Saint, torn between both as pleasure claws through me. Saintswallows the strangled moan ripping from my throat, his breath hitting my mouth in a hungry exhale.
He pulls back just enough to breathe against my lips, his voice rough and ragged. “Fuck, your lips taste so good.” Then he’s on me again—kissing harder this time, like even a breath of distance between us might kill him. The kiss deepens—frantic, almost violent in the way it demands more. His fingers grip the lace of my corset, yanking hard enough to test the limits of both the fabric and my restraint. The kind of touch that pretends I have a choice—but we both know I’m not stopping him.
I can’t even think straight, too busy crumbling under the weight of him—both of them.
I drag my lips from his, desperate for breath, my chest lifting sharply as the sliver of air between us thins to almost nothing. I glance sideways to Cairo’s watching us—his green eyes locked on mine with a dangerous grin spreading across his face. His fingers move faster against the heat between my legs, begging me to lose control.
Heat fills body, trapped between the crush of Saint’s mouth and the daring climb of Cairo’s fingers. Every nerve in me sparks to life, torn between the need to breathe and the thrill of being wanted this recklessly.
Cairo’s fingers press into my legs, pushing them apart until his large hand fits fully between my thighs. His touch pulls a tremor through my body. “Look at you,” he breathes, eyes dragging over me. “One touch and you’re already unravelling… makes me wonder just how easily you’ll break for us once I get these clothes off.”
Saint growls at that, the sound vibrating against his chest as his grip around my waist tightens. His hand slides down, grinding me over the bulge in his pants, the friction sending a pulse straight through me.
“Fuck, you’re drenched,” Cairo mumbles as he dips a finger into my wetness, smearing it on my clit, before rubbing it gently. Weathering under their hold, he pushes his finger inside my needy pussy, sending my body into a frenzy. Every inch of me pulled in two directions and desperate for it all at once.
My head tips back against Saint’s chest. His thumb brushes under my chin, parting my lips like he’s dreaming of all the things he could do with them. His mouth trails down my jaw, teeth grazing my skin before he bites down on my lip. I lick my lips, tasting the hint of copper as a shaky sound slips out of me—half moan, half surrender—and I hate how much I love the sting that follows.
They match me effortlessly, their rhythm tightening around me as if they’ve memorized every way my body reacts. It’s unnervingly perfect, almost engineered, how they know precisely how to drive me past every boundary I ever thought existed.
Cairo slides his fingers out, licking them slow, then in one swift motion yanks me straight off Saint’s lap, tossing me over his massive shoulder like my 130 pounds weigh nothing. A sharp gasp rips from my throat, the world flipping upside down as my shorts ride up even higher, the cold air biting at my ass cheeks, leaving me vulnerable to anyone who’s probably watching.
On full display, Saint’s palm cracks against my ass with a sharp smack that steals a flinch from me. “Damn pretty.” he mumbles. “You look even better like this.”
My hands press against his back—heat and carved muscle shifting beneath my palms—his triceps tightening with every step, a subtle flex of power that sends my pulse into overdrive.
Behind us, King’s deep laugh slices through the music, followed by Arina’s playful squeal. I glance over Cairo’sshoulder just in time to see him pulling her flush against him, his lips brushing her neck—whatever he’s saying makes her grin like the trouble she was born to be.
Saint stalks beside us, his gaze locked on me like a predator biding his time. Every step from him feels like I bet on the right one, despite being over Cairo’s shoulder.
Saint opens a side door, and the sounds behind us fall away. The room breathes privacy. Two massive beds face each other across the room, draped in crisp white sheets that look like the thread count has to be well over a thousand. Golden light spills over the polished floors, catching on the floor-to-ceiling windows framing the glowing pool outside. The whole room feels even more expensive that the house itself—built for sin and secrecy.
The door shuts behind us with a soft click, sealing us in. Cairo finally sets me down, my feet finding the cool floor since he removed my heels after picking me up. His hands linger on my love handles, circling me, his fingertips pressing like he’s testing how long I’ll let him stay there.
He presses in behind me, his heaving chest steadily against my back. He slips his fingers into my hair, easing it over my shoulder. His breath curls around my ear, hot enough to raise every hair on my body. His tongue grazing the rim that steals the breath from my throat.
Saint studies my face, reading every reaction I can’t mask while a whimper slips free under Cairo’s possession.
King steers Arina across the room, his grip firm at her hips as he brings her to one of the king-size beds. Her baby-blue gaze darts over everything—the walls, the glow, the setup—before locking onto me. A spark fires in her eyes, and I recognize it instantly.
We’re thinking the exact same thing.What the hell is this… and why does it feel like the room was specifically reserved for us.
And somehow, that only makes the want inside me spike even harder.
Chapter Thirty Five
