Page 82 of Lords of Ruin: Owned

Cast lets out a low chuckle, stepping closer. “I guess I can’t blame you.” His eyes lock on mine, his voice dropping as he adds, “But next time, you might want to save some room for me.”

The air in the small space grows heavy, charged with unspoken tension. My breath hitches as Cast reaches out, his fingers brushing mine.

“You two are ridiculous,” I say, trying to laugh it off, but my voice comes out shaky. My heart pounds as Cast takes another step closer, crowding me against the wall. His hands rest on either side of my head, caging me in.

“Ridiculous, huh?” he repeats, his lips curling into a slow, dangerous smile. His gaze drops to my mouth, and I swear I can feel the heat of it like a physical touch. “Funny, because I don’t think you’re laughing.”

My pulse hammers in my ears as Vincent moves in from the other side, his body brushing against mine. The stall isn’t small, but it seems too small for three people, and the proximity is overwhelming. I can feel the heat radiating off both of them, their scents mingling—Cast’s earthy musk, Vincent’s crisp cologne. It is intoxicating.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, though I already know. The question was more for myself, a feeble attempt to hold onto some semblance of control.

Vincent chuckles softly, his breath warm against my neck as he leans in. “Isn’t it obvious?” he murmurs, his lips grazing the sensitive skin below my ear. I gasp, my hands instinctively reaching out to grip the fabric of his shirt.

Cast tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Tell us to stop,” he says, his voice rough but soft, almost pleading. “If you want us to stop, say it now.”

But I can’t. The words won’t come, even as my mind screams at me to think, tobreathe. Instead, I find myself nodding, my body betraying me as I lean into Cast’s touch. Vincent shrugs off his jacket, smirking.

He lets out a low groan, his lips crashing into mine in a searing kiss that steals my breath. His tongue sliding against mine, possessive and demanding, and I melt into him, my hands tangling in his hair. The taste of him is electric, lighting up every nerve in my body.

Vincent’s hands skim over my waist, pulling me back against him. His lips trail down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “God, you’re beautiful,” he mutters, his voice husky with desire. His hands slip under the hem of my dress, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of my thighs.

I moan into Cast’s mouth, the sound muffled, but desperate. My body feels like it’s on fire, every touch sending shockwave after shockwave. Cast breaks the kiss, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stares down at me, his eyes blazing.

“Turn around,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I hesitate for a fraction of a second before obeying, my back now pressed against Cast’s chest. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as Vincent kneels in front of me.

“Look at you,” Vincent breathes, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties. My face burns, but I can’t look away. His gaze is intense, drinking me in like I am the only thing that matters in the world.

Cast’s lips find my neck again, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his hands move higher, cupping my breasts through the fabric of my dress. “Do you have any idea what you do to us?” he growls, his voice vibrating against my skin.

Before I can respond, Cast lifts my dress up and pulls my panties off, exposing me completely. His hot breath fans overme and I shudder, my knees buckling. He holds me upright, his strong arms wrapping around me as Vincent leans in, his tongue flicking against my clit.

A strangled cry escapes my lips as pleasure explodes through me, sharp and unrelenting. Vincent’s mouth works magic, each stroke of his tongue sending me spiraling higher. Cast’s hands roam over my body, tugging at the straps of my dress until it pools at my feet, leaving me bare except for my heels.

“Fuck, Willow,” Vincent groans, his mouth wrapping around my swollen bud. “You’re so damn perfect.”

I can barely form a coherent thought, my mind is consumed by the sensations overwhelming me. Cast’s fingers join Vincent’s tongue, playing with my clit, his movements perfectly in sync with the rhythm with Vincent’s mouth as he tongue fucks me.

“More,” I beg, my voice trembling. “Please, I need?—”

I don’t get to finish the sentence before Cast roughly smacks my ass. He presses his hard cock against me.

Vincent’s hands slide up my hips as he kisses up the curve of my body. “Tell us what you want,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl that makes my stomach flip as he towers over me.

I don’t have to think. “Both of you,” I gasp, my nails digging into Vincent’s shoulders. “I want both of you.”

Vincent’s eyes darken, his grip on me tightening. “You sure?” he asks, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.

I nod frantically, my body trembling with need. “Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”

My back is pressed against Cast’s chest and cocooned in by the heat radiating from Vincent’s body as he leans into me, his lips trailing slow, deliberate kisses along my neck. His hands are everywhere—gripping, caressing, possessive yet tender. Behind me, Cast’s breath hitches as his fingers tease my slick entrance, circling, teasing, promising.

Vincent’s eyes darken, his grip tightening on my hips as if he wants to imprint himself on me. “You sure?” he asks again, his tone laced with restraint, giving me one last out if I need it. But I don’t. I want this. I want them.

“Yes,” I whisper, barely audible over the pounding of my heart. “Please.”

His lips crash into mine, hard and demanding, swallowing my moan as Cast’s fingers finally press against my ass, using my wetness to press inside me, stretching me open with slow, deliberate precision. I groan into Vincent’s mouth, arching my back as the dual sensations overwhelm me. One hand slides up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple until it pebbles under his touch. The other stays firmly anchored on my hip, holding me steady as Cast works me open behind him.

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