Page 2 of Sin and Deception

I glanced back and forth between them, fear coursing through my veins as I awaited their next move. Theo licked his lips hungrily while his gaze roamed over my trembling body before he turned to Xander with a taunting smirk.

“Revenge.”

The word echoed in my mind, filling me with terror. I struggled against the leather straps holding me in place, desperate to break free. I had seen firsthand what these two were capable of when fueled by anger and vengeance, and the thought of being on the receiving end of their wrath made my blood run cold.

It was then that I realized just how much danger I was in. How could they do this to me? We were supposed to love each other and face anything together. Even after I left and disappeared for two years, I always believed we would find our way back to eachother.

But not like this.

Never like this.

“Please,” I whimpered again, my body going limp in defeat.

The bindings held firm, refusing to give even an inch. They were too skilled at restraining their victims. A fact that was painfully clear at that moment.

“Do you remember what it felt like, Angel?” Theo asked, his fingers releasing my nipple and trailing down to cup my breast. His palm slid further down, stopping just above my hip as his thumb pressed into the tender flesh there.

I cried out at the sensation, a mix of desire and fear coursing through me.

“Theo,” I pleaded.

“Answer the question. Do you remember?” he demanded, pressing his thumb harder into my skin.

Desire washed over me in a wave, but the overwhelming fear of my situation quickly overcame it. The two emotions battled fiercely within me, tearing at my troubled soul.

“What?” I finally managed to gasp out in exasperation.

“To be with us? To have us love you? To have us”—his fingers trailed teasingly close to my center, circling just inches away from where I ached for him to touch me. He relished this torture, taking pleasure in watching me squirm and writhe beneath him. He had always enjoyed it, apparently even now in this twisted scenario we found ourselves in. “Fuck you?”

"Yes," I breathed out, my voice shaky with emotion. "I could never forget."

“And do you remember,” Xander asked, lifting a brow, “what we did for you?”

“Of course,” I replied. “I would never forget. Never.”

Xander removed his hand from my throat and walked to the end of the bed. My feet were tied to the posts of the bed, leaving my thighs wide open. He gazed between my legs, his eyes landing on my pussy. The heat of his stare seared me, leaving me quivering and squirming. One look from either of them could leave me crashing over the edge, but the look in his eyes told me he wanted much more than merely to gaze upon me.

"I loved tasting you, Angel," he told me, as if reliving a memory.

My mind spun, and my body was on fire from their nearness and words.

A desperate urge to unveil everything consumed me. I yearned to explain why I had left, where I had gone, and what I had done during my time away. However, their gazes left me unable to discern whether their intentions were malicious or not. The fear of further provoking their anger paralyzed me.

Theo's hand let go of my hip, and he moved to join Xander at the end of the bed. Standing shoulder to shoulder, they gazed down at me as if I were a precious artifact in a museum, something to be admired and revered.

All I craved was for them to love me again.

To touch me.

To kiss me.

To fuck me.

"Remember how it felt when I pushed my cock insideyou, Angel? Remember when I fucked you so hard that you couldn't walk the next day?"

Of course, I remembered. Those memories lingered in my mind every day. Their absence in my life left an emptiness that tainted my very existence.

Without them, I was a woman without a heart.

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