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Edward stands close enough that I feel his breath against my temple, “you selected the hiding place.”

“And you selected the ambush.”

“Yes.”

The simple admission nearly makes me laugh. “You are both insufferable.”

Alcott hums. “And yet you are smiling.”

“I am not,” I answer, trying to stifle my grin.

“You are.”

“I am deciding where to hide your bodies,” I retort.

Edward’s hand finds my waist in the dark in a gentle fashion with slight hint of questioning. His thumb moves once over my robe.

“Lazarus will be disappointed,” he murmurs.

“He did set the game,” Alcott states.

“After tricking me into his manor, posing as my next mark, and hosting a criminal ball.” I cannot help but sound more frustrated than I should be.

Alcott’s voice brightens. “It was his manor?”

I freeze. Edward goes still.

“What?” I ask.

Alcott shifts. “He told me it was borrowed.”

I look between them, though I can barely see their faces in the shadows, and state, “it is his.”

Edward exhales slowly. “Of course it is.”

Alcott laughs under his breath. “Secretive bastard.”

The atmosphere shifts as the air thickens around us. Edward’s fingertips play with the hem of my clothing, causing my body to writhe under his touch.

“What’re you doing?” I speak softly. He does not answer me, only continues his ministrations. Suckling on my neck, slowly moving the garment off my shoulder. I stare back at Alcott, who is watching us intently. His thumb moves rhythmically across his bottom lip.

“Alcott. Did you know olives are a fruit?” Edward’s words ghost over my skin in between kissing my flesh.

Alcott shifts closer to us. “Oh? I did not, brother. Shall we see how succulent she is for us?”

“May I?” Edward whispers, as he playfully bites my earlobe. I lean back to rest on his muscled body, allowing his hands to roam over me in exploration. He rests his chin on my shoulder, giving a small chuckle as he stares back at his brother. Their gazes are heated, filled with lust.

His hand snakes underneath my clothing; two fingers caress my waist, then my thigh, slowly approaching my center. His fingers delicately enter me with ease.

“You’re so aroused by our game, darling?” Edward mewls in my ear.

“I want to see,” Alcott demands headily. Fingers graze my thigh as Edward raises my dress to expose what he is doing to my body.

“Make her come undone.” Alcott’s tone is darker, much more serious; even his eyes appear black in the shadowed room we are hiding in. Edward hesitates for a moment, and I whimper at the lack of friction.

Edward shifts his hand, so his palm rests atop my entrance. He grinds down in circles as his fingers move deeper in a rhythmic pace. A coil tightens within my abdomen as my eyes flutter shut. When I open them after a few moments of soaking in the pleasurable chase, I see Alcott on his knees before me. Edward removes his fingers, and I gasp at the loss of contact.

Edward inserts his two fingers, coated with my lust, into his brother’s awaiting mouth. I nearly detonate at the sight. It is unmistakenly one of the most beautiful scenes I have ever witnessed.