Page 84 of Lords of Ruin: Owned

And then, without warning, I shatter. My orgasm rips through me, violent and consuming, drawing a scream from my lungs that’s swallowed by Vincent’s kiss. Waves of pleasure roll through me, dragging me under until I’m gasping for air, my body trembling between them.

I lean back against him, my body still trembling from the intensity of my release. But they don’t stop. They can’t. Vincent’s thrusts grow more erratic, his hands gripping me tighter as he chases his own release. Cast’s pace becomes rougher, his groans muffled against my shoulder as he finger fucks me through my climax.

“Vincent—” I choke out, my voice barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin. “I can’t—it’s too much?—”

“No, no Cariña.” Cast chuckles breathlessly in my ear. “You are going to take it like a good girl.”

“But-” I mewl.

“Take it.” Vincent echoes, and I whimper, becoming limp between them, letting them use me like they want, like I need.

Vincent places another searing kiss, his hips slamming into me with a final, brutal thrust before he comes, his release flooding me with liquid heat. Behind me, Cast follows moments later, his vibrating groan leaving his lips, along with his fingers as they slip out my ass and I immediately miss the pressure.

“Fuck Cariña.” He groans. “You made a mess of me.”

I look down at the wet spot forming in his jeans and groan at the sight.

“If the attendant wasn’t so fucking annoying.” Cast snarls, his green eyes an icy pale color. “I would make you clean me with your mouth.”

“Fuck,” I whisper, my clit pulsing at the thought, my mouth watering as I imagine the taste.

Cast leans forward grabbing a napkin, and I watch as he pulls his cock out, cleaning the absurd amount of cum he spilled in his pants, because of me. Pride swells in my chest as I smirk.

Vincent pinches my chin, pulling my gaze to him. “Our girl is proud.”

“She should be.” Cast praises, and I melt into them both when Vincent kisses my lips soft enough that I chase him for more.Vincent pulls out slowly, his touch uncharacteristically gentle as he steadies me.

Cast’s follows with the same care and I feel like I am going to cry with how tender they are. His hands linger on my hips, a possessive edge even in the tenderness. When his eyes meet mine, they’re dark with satisfaction—and something else I can’t quite place, something that stirs a new kind of ache in my chest.

“Beautiful,” Cast murmurs, his thumb brushing over my bare skin, and I don’t know if he’s talking about me or the moment we’ve just shared.

I push myself upright, glaring at both of them as my cheeks flush hot. “I can’t believe we just did that in the dressing room.”

Cast smirks, utterly unapologetic as he buckles his belt. “You didn’t seem to mind.”

“That’s not the point!” I snap, tugging my dress back into place, still feeling the heat of the moment burning on my skin.

Vincent leans against the wall as he buttons his pants, his movements slow and deliberate. “Relax, Princess,” he drawls, reaching for a tissue. He bends slightly, wiping carefully between my legs before discarding it in the trash bin nearby. “No one caught us. No harm, no foul.”

“No harm?” I point at the shredded dress on the floor, my glare sharp enough to cut glass. “That says otherwise.”

Cast shrugs as he steps back to inspect the rack of the dresses I was supposed to try on inside of my changing

room. “I’ll buy it. And the gold one, too. I like it.”

“You don’t even know if it fits,” I mutter, crossing my arms, my irritation bubbling beneath the surface.

“It’ll fit,” he says with maddening confidence, his green eyes raking over me like a promise. “Trust me.”

I open my mouth to argue, but Cast is already grabbing his jacket from the chair, pushing past Vincent with that smug grin still plastered on his face. Vincent follows without hesitation, pausing briefly in the doorway.

“Come out when you’re ready, Princess,” he murmurs, his voice low, the intent in his tone unmistakable.

The door closes behind them, leaving me alone in the quiet dressing room. I press a hand to my forehead, my pulse still racing. They’re impossible—absolutely impossible.

As I sink onto the little bench, my phone buzzes in my bag. Pulling it out, I see Jasmine’s message light up the screen.

Jasmine:OMG! Congrats on RISD! I’m so proud of you!

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