Chapter Two
The room had become a spell rather than a place. Warm gold glows, dim lighting, and the subtle sound of jazz beating through hidden speakers like a heartbeat.
The unnamed guys circled her body like wolves testing the limit of control, hovering close to her like hot shadows.
With her red lace barely retaining her shape, Mara collapsed on the velvet couch. Playful, a little arrogant, the dark-haired one knelt in front of her like a man looking at a painting that was off-limits. His fingertips brushed her knees, opening them slightly.
His lips brushed her thigh as he said, "I'm curious." "Do you always appear so immoral? Or did you wear this outfit specifically for us?
Unconcerned, she raised an eyebrow. "Don't you think I'm always like this?"
Grey Eyes came up behind her. He was less aggressive and careful. He took his time touching.
Leaning down to whisper close to her ear, he touched the edge of her shoulder blade with his knuckle.
"You want to be touched." "But you're awaiting approval," he said.
A chill ran through her body.
He was correct. She held back despite being on fire. Since it was an important part of the game. Immediately, the dark-haired one got up and flung away his blazer.
"Rules," he said with ease. "Let's establish one: nobody leaves this room feeling unsatisfied.
"Agreed," Grey Eyes said, his words enveloping her like velvet. "However, she sets the pace."
Mara glanced at both of them, two males on either side of her, two energies glowing.
The arrogant one reached inside the bar and filled a crystal glass with a dark amber liquor. "something smooth that will help you relax?"
She accepted it. Took a sip, then another. The rest of her stress was chased away as it flowed warm down her throat.
She put down the drink and carefully stood up until both men were standing by her, one in front of her and the other behind her. When she felt their hands on her once more, her breath caught.
Two pairs of hands.
Two mouths.
There are two masculine energies circling, stroking, teasing, and tasting.
When Grey Eyes softly tugged her hair, revealing her neck to the other's desperate lips, she gasped. Her hips arched slightly with each breath and tongue flick, as she searched for more. It was annoying to be teased.
Like liquid fire, her red lace fell off her shoulders. Eyes scanning her curves, the dark-haired one took the first step back. "She's flawless," he whispered. "Absolutely f*cking flawless."
Through her rising atmosphere, Mara grinned.
"You're only realising that?"
He chuckled. "Cocky. "I love that."
Not harshly, not violently, Grey Eyes shoved her onto the bed behind her. Just enough to be in charge. The world shifted in a matter of seconds when Mara's back struck the silk sheets.
While the other man slowly and respectfully kissed down her thighs, the first man proceeded to her lips and gave her a deep kiss, his tongue swirling with hers.
With one mouth tasting her groans and the other luring them out, their movements resembled a piece of music.
Every nerve in her body tingled with forbidden pleasure as she felt herself unravelling.
Nothing to say, just the trails left by fingertips on her warm skin. She had no idea whose lips had her arching off the bed or whose hand was now between her thighs, but it made no difference.
The two of them owned her. And they were fully aware of how to handle her.
There was a moment when Grey Eyes stopped, hovering slightly above her with an unusual affection in his eyes. "Are you alright?"
That. Something more than lust tightened her chest when she heard that one question, so unexpected in the midst of such unbridled desires.
Breathless, she nodded. "More than alright."
Excellent. as they just began.
He grinned, then bent down to give her a gentle kiss, followed by one that was as hungry as the fire inside her.
The other man appeared next to them, his feather-light fingertips tracing between her thighs. With her back arching off the bed and every muscle pleading for release, she moaned against Grey Eyes' lips.
The one with the black hair said, "Tell us when you want more."
"Now," she inhaled deeply.
They did what they were told. Her thighs were being gripped by hands, drawing her in. Lips on her chest, neck, and ear. The ecstasy of being seen, felt, and eaten consumed her.
And like men who didn't simply take, but gave, they were there to hold her and kiss her through the climax, when her body shook, overwhelmed, and shattered.
Then she released it. Out of control, of restrictions. Tonight, they weren't needed. Because Mara wasn't a woman with a history or expectations for a single night.
All they wanted was her. Totally, utterly, and completely.