Page 150 of Vengeful Princess

“Not helping!” Landon glared at him. Then he turned back to me and his expression softened. “I meant it when I said you’re my one and only. One day, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, I will make you my wife. You and I, my love, are forever.”

My jaw dropped. Had he told me he loved me?

“Landon, I—” This was too much, too soon. My emotions went haywire and my heart felt like it was about to explode. I couldn’t do this. Fuck, the only reason I was in this hotel was to set up Cassian! If Landon knew this, he’d hate me.

“It’s OK, wifey. Relax.” Landon cupped my face and smiled, not giving a shit that Cassian still held me and had witnessed his declaration of love - at least I think that’s what he’d said. “I can hear your brain imploding from here, and it’s OK. I don’t need you to be on the same page as me.” He paused while Cassian stayed silent behind me, an inert marble statue. It was good he was there. He was the only thing holding me up.

“You should let me go,” I said, speaking to both of them. If they had any idea why I was here, they’d soon shove me away. Probably off the balcony.

“Nah, not going to happen.” Before I could react, Landon’s mouth was on mine. Hot and demanding. Telling me how much he wanted me. Cassian’s arm tightened around my waist, his fingers stroking my hip. I felt him exhale against my hair, reminding me he was there, too.

When Landon broke our kiss and rubbed this thumb across my swollen lips, Cassian cleared his throat.

“Can we take this into the bedroom? I have second-degree burns on my ass from the fire.”

The two of them had some kind of silent conversation while my head spun, and then Cassian scooped me up bridal-style and carried me into the adjacent bedroom.

The decor here was similar to the main living room: pale creams and blues. Tasteful and elegant. If I was on vacation, I’d be in seventh heaven right now, but Cassian didn’t give me time to plan my itinerary.

He threw me on the bed while Landon switched on the wall lamps. “Undress our girl,” Cassian ordered. My jaw dropped.Was Cassian calling the shots here? Eden was right when she said he gave off Daddy vibes.

Landon didn’t seem to have a problem with that. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward the edge of the bed. My shoes had already fallen off, but I still wore my dress. His fingers reached around and unzipped it.

“Love the dress, wifey,” he purred, “But it will look better on the floor.”

“You need to let me go,” I repeated, but he ignored me. “You have no idea why I’m here,” I added, somewhat desperately. Part of me wanted them to question me. If they asked, I’d tell them. I was done lying.

But to my surprise, they both shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. We can talk in the morning,” Cassian said while unbuttoning his shirt. “Right now, all I’m interested in is watching you come all over Lan’s face.”

“You…what?” My breathing stuttered as Cassian’s filthy words sank in.Oh. My. God.

“You heard me. Now let Lan undress you so I can see the gorgeous body I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks.”

He’d fantasized about me? I wasn’t sure what to do with that knowledge. Knowing Cassian had jacked off to thoughts of me was all kinds of hot. I mean, he wasn’t alone. I’d spent a lot of evenings imagining what he looked like under his immaculately tailored suits.

He unfastened the last pearly button and shucked his shirt off, revealing smooth skin and lean muscle. Cassian wasn’t as broad as Kyril, or inked, but damn, I itched to touch him.

“Like what you see, baby girl?” he said with a grin that told me he knew I did. Not that I was hiding my blatant appreciation for his Greek God physique. The man was beautiful. They all were.

He leaned against the wall, his fingers resting on his belt, watching as Landon pulled me up into a sitting position so he could take off my dress.

Both of them stared hungrily at the thin strips of lace and silk barely covering my tits and pussy. Knowing Torrance had shopped at Coco de Mer on my behalf gave me the ick, but that man didn’t deserve to take up any space in my head, so I shoved the thought away.

“Damn, wifey. You look hot tonight!”

I bit down on my lip, enjoying how they looked at me like I was the tastiest snack they’d ever seen.

“Remove the bra,” Cassian said in a strained voice. I looked up at him through thick lashes. “Then play with her tits.”

Landon made quick work of my bra, tossing it to one side. The room was warm, but my nipples were hard.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Landon breathed reverently, cupping my breasts.

“She is.”

Pressure built deep inside as Landon lavished my breasts with attention. Then he slowly kissed his way down my body until his nose rested against my silk-covered mound.

“I need you to tell me what she tastes like,” Cassian rasped, his eyes fixed on my face.