Page 85 of Sin and Deception

“Or what?” I snapped, trying to pull my hand away, but his grip was unyielding.

I knew where he intended to take this. It always ended up being the same place—all three of us stripped bare, taking our frustrations out on each other.

But right now, I wanted them to take me seriously. I was tired of having to prove myself to everyone, especially them.

“This isn’t happening!” I shouted.

Rage pulsed through my veins, desperate to escape the trap they had set for me. Drawing on the training I had received from Devani, I twisted my arm in the opposite direction, fighting against his grip until I forced him to release me.I pushed them away with all my strength and jumped back against the door.

But before I could escape, Theo's hand shot out and grabbed my bicep, spinning me around to face him once more. My heart pounded as his lips crashed against mine, fierce and relentless. Suddenly, Xander's body pressed against my back, his mouth exploring the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

I cried out in protest, struggling to push them away once more. But their touch ignited a fire within me that I couldn't resist, even though my mind screamed for me to. Xander's fingers found my nipple, expertly pinching it and causing another cry to escape from my lips.

Driven by anger and desire, I broke free from their hold and turned to confront them.

"No!" I exclaimed, resolute in my decision to defend myself. "If you can't acknowledge my strength, I won't offer you my body!"

"Angel," Xander growled possessively. "We've known about your power since we were kids."

"But here, when we’re alone," Theo added, "you belong to us. Don't forget that."

Despite their words, fear still churned inside me.

But as I lifted my chin defiantly, I felt a spark of desire ignite again.

"I'm the boss," I declared boldly, though the strength in my voice wavered.

Theo said softly, “You are our leader.”

"The one in charge," Xander whispered with reverence.

They reduced the distance between us until I found myself pressed against the desk once more. My heart raced as I stood before them, looking up into their eyes, searching for any sign of acceptance, understanding, or respect.

Was this it? Had they finally accepted my power and comprehended who I was? Or were they using their typical hypnotic magic to undermine my resolve?

Xander's hand pushed my blazer aside, sliding it down my arms before carelessly tossing it onto the floor behind the desk. As he did this, my once-strong determination crumbled beneath his touch.

Theo's hands were now at the hem of my camisole, slowly peeling it off my body and flinging it behind him. Xander took hold of my hips and turned me around as he unzipped my skirt, and then four eager hands slid it down over my thighs.

Turning back to face them, I stepped out of my skirt and stood before them in nothing but my black lace bra and panties. The French lace stockings, held up by a matching garter belt and stiletto heels, completed the seductive ensemble.

Their hungry eyes scanned every inch of me, sparking a fire within them that radiated warmth against my bare skin.

Theo leaned in close on my right side, his warm breath brushing against my ear as he whispered words that sent shivers down my spine.

“Yes, we know who you are, my love,” Theo's voice was low and seductive as he spoke to me. “But here, behind closed doors with us? Don’t deceive yourself.”

I gasped and turned my head to face him, but he captured my mouth in a searing kiss before Xander's fingers grazed my chin. He pulled me away from Theo's embrace, his intense gaze holding me captive.

“You know he’s right,” his words dripped with a dangerous edge. “Once the public’s eyes are no longer on us, the power dynamic shifts. You may rule your soldiers, but you’ll never truly control us. Don’t even think about pretending otherwise.”

He threaded his fingers through my hair and tugged my head back. Instantly, a surge of desire shot through me.

Theo's hand slid between my legs, his palm pressing firmly against the thin lace covering my soaked center. I shuddered at the heat radiating from his touch.

“Already wet for us, aren't you?” He chuckled darkly. “See? You are ours. This sweet pussy? It knows that it belongs to us.”

Xander's other hand cupped my left breast, squeezing and teasing my nipple through the fabric of my bra. “And this body? It’s ours,” he sneered.

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