Page 350 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Where they began, I ended; where they ended, I began.

A drunk partygoer stumbled into the side of the bed and looked confused as they hit the shield. We bounced on the impact. Neither John nor Luka looked over at them. Their attention was focused on me.

Like I was the center of their world.

All of a sudden, John picked me up and pulled me off his brother’s mouth so I was sitting draped sideways across his lap. His hardness pressed against my ass.

Luka sat on the bed to our right. He shifted closer to us and wrapped both his hands around my neck above the diamond necklace. Both his thumbs rested on the front of my throat.

He gradually exerted pressure until I couldn’t think.

I angled my head to the side and gasped for air into John’s mouth as his twin reached across us both and choked me like he loved me.

Luka released my neck and grabbed my thighs. He pulled them slightly apart. I balanced on one of John’s muscular legs, spread open atop him.

“Lift your hips,” Luka ordered.

I obeyed.

Luka ripped my sweatpants off and threw them aside. Cold air wafted across my sensitive flesh, and I squirmed against John’s leg, hyperaware that I wasn’t wearing underwear and he could feel my wetness.

I pulled my head back and gasped. “There are people around.”

Luka grinned wickedly. “So?”

“Good point,” I mumbled as my cheeks flushed from the embarrassment of momentarily forgetting my slutty values.

Sun god, it was hard work being a whore. But somebody had to do it.

Luka fell to his knees in front of the bed. The shield expanded backward to include him.

John grabbed my thighs and positioned me so I was facing forward on his leg.

He pulled my knees open. I was exposed as he whispered in my ear, “Let Luka show you what it means to be betrothed to the Princes of Darkness.”

“What does that…” My question was cut off by John turning my head to the side and capturing my mouth with his swollen lips.

The man kissed like he was drowning and I was air. He consumed me like he was trying to meld himself with me. Like he was trying to crawl under my skin.

He didn’t kiss me like a friend.

He kissed me like he was my destiny.

He kissed me like he was my fictional lover who couldn’t live without touching me. Like he would raze the realms and kill anyone who looked at me wrong.

I shivered from the intensity and almost forgot that his hands had my thighs pulled wide open and Luka had fallen to his knees before us.

My eyes flew open, and I tipped my head back against John’s shoulder. And he leaned down to kiss me from above.

I fucking remembered.

Luka’s tongue licked against my most sensitive flesh. My knee-jerk reaction was to close my legs against the foreign sensation, but John’s grip was like a vise, and I couldn’t move an inch.

He kept my legs wide open for his twin.

A group of glamorous women in purple dresses laughed loudly a few feet away. They looked around the room greedily like they were searching for a competitor or someone important to fuck.

A drunk leviathan competitor backed away from the shimmering black wall as he stumbled through the party.

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