Before I knew it, the bottle was empty and the shoot was wrapping up.
I was drunk. Not falling-down drunk, but that perfect tipsy where everything felt warm and possible and all I could think about was having wild, uninhibited sex with Lucien and Florin.
I couldn’t think of anything else.
“Amelia, you’re incredible,” Vivienne said, coming over to give me a hug. “I couldn’t believe what a natural you are. I’ve shot supermodels who’ve been doing this for years who don’t have half your presence.” She turned to the brothers. “You both have the keen eye required to identify a diamond. Because Amelia is a true diamond.”
As the crew started packing up equipment and filtering out, Lucien approached me with an envelope.
“You are much more valuable than the numbers written on the check in this envelope,” he said softly.
Florin joined us. “You are so precious that you’re invaluable. But we had to put a number there for your time in this campaign. Though the time you’ve already given us—no one can put a number on that.”
My hands trembled slightly as I opened the envelope and pulled out the check.
Eight million euros.
I stared at the number, unable to process it. Eight million? I hadn’t even thought about the money. I was doing this for the experience, for the adventure, for the thrill of being the muse of two of the world’s most powerful and creative men.
And now I was getting eight million euros for a single photoshoot?
Both Lucien and Florin looked at me with concern.
“Are you happy with this amount?” Lucien asked carefully. “We can negotiate if—”
I smiled. The kind of smile that said everything words couldn’t.
Here I was, in a bunny suit in a pink bedroom in a French mansion with two painfully handsome brothers. I’d just earned eight millioneuros. And I was horny as hell, the champagne making everything feel dreamlike and perfect.
I looked at both of them. “You both could do something else to make me happier.”
Lucien and Florin exchanged a glance. Then they both looked back at me with matching expressions of desire.
“We were wondering when we were going to ask you the same thing,” Florin said, his voice low.
As soon as I nodded, they both descended on the bed with me.
Florin went for my mouth, kissing me deeply, while Lucien’s hands went to the laces of my bunny costume. The outfit was already ridiculously skimpy, and my panties had garters attached.
Lucien looked at the garters and groaned. “Baby girl, you are the most gorgeous thing in the world.”
Florin tugged at my hair—not gently—and I felt a flush of heat race up my spine. He knew I liked it rough. He knew exactly what I needed.
He yanked harder, bringing my face close to his, and kissed me with bruising intensity. His thumb smeared my lipstick across my cheek, marking me.
Meanwhile, Lucien had unlaced the bunny costume so it hung limply from my breasts. His hands found my nipples, kneading and pinching until I gasped into Florin’s mouth.
I’d never felt so wanted. So completely desired.
This was my first time with two men, and I felt a kind of bliss spreading through every atom of my body. I wanted to be possessed by both of them, to surrender completely, to let them take me to places I’d never been.
“On your fours,” Florin commanded.
“Yes, sir,” I breathed, getting into position.
I understood the game now. I was their submissive, and they were my dominant masters. And God, I loved it.
Florin moved behind me while Lucien positioned himself in front. He grabbed my hair—hard—and tilted my face up to look at him.
