Page 150 of Picture Perfect

Chess

The air is charged, thick with the scent of our arousal. My heart is pounding in my chest, my palms slick with sweat as I gaze at her, every curve and angle of her body. It's as if she's been made for us, and I'm not just talking about her beauty.

She looks at me, her eyes telling me that she's scared but wants this. I meet her gaze, my own filled with equal parts fear and desire.

With a shaky breath, I reach out, my fingertips brushing against the edge of her panties. Each of us is waiting for the other to make the first move, the tension in the room palpable.

Dre stares up at her waiting for an answer, action. And, suddenly a revelation hits me like a freight train—I'm in love with her.

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Addy

I meet Dre’s eyes and nod, granting him the silent permission he’s been waiting for. He's poised behind me like a shadow given form, the cool edge of his presence sending shivers up my spine. His growl is low and feral, vibrating against my skin just before his teeth sink into the soft flesh of my ass. It's a delicious kind of pain that makes my heart quicken.

"More," I whisper, barely audible over the thrumming in my ears.

Dre doesn't need to be told twice. His fingers find the elastic of my panties, and with an artful slowness, he peels them away from my body. The lace drags across my skin, igniting every nerve ending it touches. The sensation is maddening, leaving a trail of heat in its wake as the fabric slides down my legs, pooling around my ankles.

"Spread for us, Addy," Chess coaxes, his voice a velvet purr.

I can almost feel the weight of his dark gaze, heavy with desire and something deeper, something that speaks to the shadows we both harbor within ourselves.

I obey, bending forward until my hands meet the cool hardwood floor, my hair cascading down in a blonde wave. Everything feels heightened in this moment, the air charged with electricity.

Dre’s teeth meet my skin again, biting down as he cracks his hand across my other cheek. I move onto the bed, reclining back against the plush comforter, and part my legs wide. It's an offering, a silent plea that's met with predatory hunger.

They circle around like predators, each groan vibrating through the room, mirroring the throbbing pulse between my thighs. Their eyes devour every inch of my exposed flesh, and their hands—strong, eager—adjust the bulges growing behind their zippers. It's an unspoken worship, and it makes me feel powerful, wanted, desired. And in this room, with these boys, I am the one who commands the darkness.

"Princess?" Saint's voice cuts through the haze of arousal, grounding me. "Do you want to stop?"

The concern in his dark eyes is clear, a stark contrast to the intensity I've come to associate with him. But no, I don't want to stop—not when I'm so close to touching the stars.

I shake my head, my breath hitching in my throat. "No," I whisper.

"Good," he says, his voice dropping an octave. “You set the pace here, Princess. ZYou set the boundaries. You say 'stop', we stop. No questions asked."

Dre's ice blue eyes meet mine from behind Saint, and Chess's hazel ones catch the light as they both nod their agreement, their expressions serious yet filled with unspoken promises.

My nod is firm. I can trust them. I must.

"Say it, Princess," he urges, and there's a note of something more—a plea for my consent that tugs at my heartstrings.

"I know," I assure them, my voice stronger now as I find my footing in this power dynamic. "I want this. I want all of you."

It's as if my affirmation is a signal, shattering any remaining hesitation. Clothes start to shed, fabric whispering against skin as Saint, Dre, and Chess reveal themselves to me. My heart races, each thud echoing loudly in my chest as they stand before me, raw and unguarded.

They converge on me, a tapestry of skin and muscle. Hands roam over my body, fingers tracing the curves and contours as if committing every detail to memory. Lips follow, pressing against my flesh in a symphony of sensation that drowns out everything else. Their praises cascade down upon me, intermingled with dirty confessions of longing and need.

"So fucking beautiful." I hear Dre's voice, low and rough with desire.

As we move together, lost in this dance, I realize that with them, I am not broken or battered—I am beautiful, fierce, and free.

And theirs.

"God, Addy," Chess murmurs against the crook of my neck, his breath hot on my skin. "You have no idea what you do to us."

"Everything we've been thinking about..." Dre trails off, his voice a growl that vibrates through me, sending shivers down my spine.

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