Page 14 of Cupid's Curse

"What can we do?" Roman asks, handing me a beer that I accept gratefully.

"Fuck me like you did last night," I admit, hoping they're wanting it as much as I am.

"Say no more," Kallen says, standing up and facing me as I lean my back against the balcony.

He tugs my waistband, jerking me toward him as we back up to the glass door. He pushes my pants down and takes them all the way off, lifting me into his arms as he places his back against the door, my legs wrapping around his waist.

Roman gets behind me, unlike last night when his brother was. Their zippers lower in unison, and their pants come down to their knees. Roman holds me, my back resting against his chest while my legs still lock around Kallen's waist. Each of them takes turns kissing me, my head being jerked from all sides to accommodate their kisses.

Kallen enters me first, using his knees to thrust up into my pussy, fucking me gently while I lean against Roman for leverage. He kisses my neck, not shy about leaving dark bite marks behind, looking like hickey central—even fucking better for tonight.

After Kallen fucks me with a few deep, dominating thrusts, he pulls out of me, and Roman slips in from behind, slightly pushing me forward against his brother to get a better angle. They leave my ass alone and take turns fucking my pussy, leaving me whimpering each time one of them pulls out and then moaning every time one of them thrusts back in.

My pussy is on fire, soaked and needy like its never been before. I cling to Kallen's shoulder with one hand while I grip the back of Roman's neck, refusing to let either of them go. I bounce on their cocks while in their arms, the fear of being dropped not a worry in my mind.

My skin is covered in wetness from their incessant kisses, bite marks, and bruises decorating my neck and chest, a testament to their insatiable hunger.

"Yes, fuck, yes," I moan loudly, coming on Kallen's cock as he fills me with his.

Before I can finish, he slides out of me and Roman slides in, letting me finish showering his cock with my cum as he takes his turn and empties himself inside of me too. Much like last night, I have both of their seeds inside of me, and they both have mine coating their dicks. It's become normal now, in just two encounters, but it's something that I can't seem to walk away from.

If fucking twin brothers categorize me as a slut, then I'm the biggest slut there is, and I could give two flying fucks about it.

By the time we're done, spent, satisfied, and completely empty, the sun has fully set and the night chill sweeps across our half-naked bodies, urging us to get dressed quicker. We sit on the balcony, smoking a blunt that we pass back and forth, nothing but the bustling city floating between us. I'm all talked out, all fucked out, fully satiated.

A quick glance at the time and my stomach sinks, knowing I have to head out to make it to dinner on time.

"Fuck, I gotta get going," I mumble, sighing heavily.

"Yeah, we're gonna head out too. But hey, I was serious; if you need us to come get you out of there, all you have to do is call, Night Rider," Roman says, winking, giving me another kiss that almost makes me change my mind about going.

A chilling calm descends. The initial fire of rage has been tempered, replaced by a cold, calculating determination. The twins, sensing the shift, exchange a knowing glance.

"Call or text us if you need anything, especially if you can't take it and need one of us to pick you up," Kallen says, kissing me on the cheek while his brother kisses my other one.

"I will. If you don't hear from me, I'm probably in jail for beating the shit out of my mother." I wink, smirking deadly as they walk me to my bike.

I swing my leg over the seat, put my helmet on, and start my bike, giving them one last look before speeding away, the familiar hum and vibrations putting my anxiety at ease.

But it isn't going to last for long.

I opted for the longest route to the restaurant, relishing the thought of annoying my mother by being late. I also needed to calm my fucking nerves, and riding my bike is the only remedy for that—well, aside from the extra Xanax I’ve already taken today.

When I finally arrive—thirty minutes late—I feel a surprising sense of relief from the ride. Reluctantly, I dismount, adjusting my outfit to expose as much skin as possible without appearing completely nude.

Strutting into the restaurant, I can’t help but beam with a freshly fucked glow on my face, a wide grin giving away my stoned state. It’s the only fucking way I can endure this dinner without losing complete control—and even then, I can’t make any fucking promises.

As I make my way through the bustling crowd, I hear my mother’s laughter ring out from across the room, a sound that grates on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. The closer I get,the more anxious I become, eventually glancing up to spot her enormous ring before anything else.

I shake my head as I approach the table, where she and Kent are seated, his sons with their backs to me. For a moment, I forget they’d be joining us tonight, too wrapped up in the surprise engagement and the fact that no one had thought to inform me.

“Skylar, you’re nearly forty-five minutes late,” my mother says, shooting me a look that used to make me shit my pants when I was younger.

But it doesn’t have the same impact anymore.

“Sweetheart, just be glad she made it at all,” Kent chimes in, flashing me a smile reminiscent of the one my mother fell for—a familiar grin that eludes my memory.

“Lucky for you, I even fucking showed up,” I retort, snapping at her, accidentally grabbing the attention of the two quiet guys across from them.

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