Liam chuckled, his hands instinctively coming up to rest lightly on their waists, feeling the smoothness of their skin under his fingertips.
"I'd say you two are the unfair ones," He remarked, his voice rich with amusement. "I mean… thong bikinis? Really? And Mai…"
He cast her a pointed look. "You're one movement away from a wardrobe malfunction."
Mai smirked, stepping even closer, her body now completely pressed against his. "Is that a complaint?"
Maki scoffed, her fingers trailing lower along his stomach, feeling the dips and ridges of his abs. "Sounds like he's nervous."
Liam exhaled a laugh, his grip tightening just slightly on their waists, a silent warning.
"You should know by now," He murmured, his voice dropping an octave, "I don't get nervous."
Liam's gaze swept over the two women pressed against him, then to Aiko, who stood a step back, observing with a quiet, knowing smile.
They're dangerous, he thought. All of them. Deadly in their own way.
But that was fine. He didn't fear danger. He thrived in it.
Aiko, who had been watching with amusement, finally stepped in, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder.
"Now, now," She chided playfully. "No need to start trouble before we even get into the pool."
Liam chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, this isn't trouble, Aiko."
His gaze flicked between Maki and Mai, heat simmering in his eyes. "This is just getting started."
Liam's amusement simmered beneath his skin as he felt the boldness of Maki and Mai, their hands grew bolder, fingers tracing over the dangerous outline beneath his tight swimwear.
Their delicate fingers, previously exploring his muscles, had shifted—hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence. They traced the sharp outline, their hands lingering, squeezing gently as if testing the reality of what lay beneath.
The boldness in their touch made Liam's grin deepen, dark and lazy, but it was their sounds—those soft, sultry moans—that sent a pulse of fire through him.
Maki's groan was low, husky, a sound that vibrated with restrained hunger.
Her breath caught, her fingertips daring to squeeze lightly, feeling the heat, the sheer size, the promise of power waiting beneath. A soft, shaky moan slipped from her lips, her cheeks flushed but her gaze burning.
"God… it's huge," She breathed, her voice rough, dripping with want. "And we were stupid… so fucking stupid to hold back."
The words slipped out, a mixture of awe and regret.
Mai wasn't any better. Her nails traced down his stomach, dipping dangerously low, fingertips brushing over the stretched fabric. She let out a sultry, drawn-out moan that echoed like sin.
"All this time… we've been pretending we didn't want it," She purred, voice thick with hunger. Her hand pressed firmer, her breath hot against his skin. "But I've been dreaming of it. Of you."
Their words weren't just admiration. They were admission.
Their words weren't innocent. They were dirty, and shameless, a confession laced with regret and lust.
Maki's gaze flicked up, her lips parted. "I should've been on my knees a long time ago."
Mai chuckled darkly, pressing even closer, her body grinding against him, deliberate and slow. "And I should've let you ruin me the first chance you had."
The fire in their words, their touches, and their groans stoked something primal in Liam. His smirk deepened, sharp and dangerous, and his patience burned to ash.
He didn't wait.
Liam chuckled deeply, the sound like velvet laced with steel. His hands shot out with purpose, bold and unrelenting, claiming them without hesitation. One arm hooked around Maki's waist, the other around Mai's, his hands sliding downward—fingers spreading possessively over the curves of their firm, luscious asses.
He gripped them with a dominance that sent shivers down their spines, pulling their bodies flush against his own.
His fingers groped with possessive hunger, claiming their curves, squeezing their asses firmly—harshly—staking his claim then and there.
A sharp gasp tore from Maki, her body trembling.
Mai moaned, biting her lip, eyes fluttering half-shut.
Liam leaned in, his voice low and commanding, each word laced with raw dominance.
"You're mine now," He growled, his breath hot against their skin. "Both of you."
His grip tightened, dragging their hips flush against his own. "Every inch of you belongs to me. Your bodies. Your mouths. Your filthy little fantasies you're too scared to admit? I'll make them real."
Maki shivered, but her hands were bold, sliding up his chest, nails raking lightly across muscle. She tilted her head, a defiant grin curving her lips. "Then do it," she dared, her voice a sultry whisper. "Prove it. Make me scream your name."
Mai let out a low, sultry laugh, her hands sliding lower, fingers teasing at the edge of his waistband. "Make us beg," she whispered, biting her lip. "Make us cry for you. Break us if you can."
Liam's laugh was dark and dangerous. His hands flexed, squeezing their asses, fingers digging in with a promise that made both girls gasp.
"You think you're ready for me?" His words were a low, rumbling threat, his eyes burning into theirs. "You think you can handle me breaking you?"
Their response wasn't words—it was a sin.
Together, they pressed against him, their bodies molding to his. Maki's lips brushed along his jaw, slow and teasing, her breath a hot promise against his skin. Mai's hands were bolder, sliding under his waistband, her fingertips brushing against heated skin.
A soft, shameless moan escaped her lips, her voice a breathless confession.
"God, I need it," She whispered, her tone dripping with desperation. "Need you."
And then, together, they leaned in—claiming him, branding him. Their lips pressed against his cheeks, soft yet searing, leaving invisible marks that spoke louder than any words.
A silent surrender. A quiet conquest.
"We're yours," Maki breathed, her voice a rough whisper of desire and defiance, as if daring him to test the depth of her vow.
"Forever," Mai added, her smile curling like sin, wicked and promising, as though she'd already accepted her fate.
But they didn't stop there. No, their bodies pressed closer, grinding against him with a desperation that bordered on madness. It wasn't just hunger—it was a plea, a surrender, an offering of everything they were.
"To love you… to serve you… to belong to you," they whispered, their voices a sultry mix of devotion and hunger. "To let you use us… own us. To be broken if it means we're yours. To be shaped by your hands. Until there's nothing left but us… and you."
Liam's growl wasn't just desire—it was something deeper. A response pulled from the core of his being, fierce and protective. His hands tightened, not in greed, but in reverence, like a man holding something too precious to break, yet too wild to tame.
"You'll serve me?" His voice was low, but it wasn't a question. It was a plea and a challenge, sharp with the fear of loss and the hunger for forever. "You'll let me ruin you?"
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