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I swallow hard, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. “You think I’m going to just let you do whatever you want to me?” I hiss through clenched teeth. My words are defiant, but I can’t deny the way my body responds to their touch.
Phoenix smirks, his fingers tracing along my jawline. “Oh, sunshine, you’ll be begging us before long. You’re desperate for our touch, our taste, our cocks filling you up. You belong to us, and you know it.”
The force of his words leaves no room for argument. Gray’s grip tightens around my waist, holding me in place.
“Do you think we give a fuck about what you want? You belong to us, body, heart, and soul,” he growls. I feel the truth of his words as if they’re a physical weight pressing down on me, suffocating me. “You’ve been a naughty brat, running from us. But we won’t let you go. We won’t stop until you’re ours completely. Do you understand me?”
“No!” I scream, trying to pull away from his iron grip but Gray holds me in place, his eyes darkening with fury as I struggle against him. “I don’t belong to anyone! Especially not you two.” I can’t let my heart get involved with them. I wouldn’t survive the aftermath. I know it.
Phoenix steps closer, his eyes glinting with malice. “You’re wrong, Rowyn. You’re ours, and we’re going to prove it to you.” When he says things like that my heart leaps, thinkingthey mean it and they actually want me for something other than sex.
They both step even closer, their bodies towering over me. Their eyes burn into mine, filled with a hunger that sends a shiver of fear and arousal down my spine. I try to step back, but they’re too close, their presence overwhelming me.
“Please, just let me go,” I beg, my voice trembling. “I can’t do this.”
“Sorry, sweetheart, but that’s not an option,” Gray replies, his voice low and dangerous. His fingers trail along my jaw, a gentle touch that contrasts with the tension in the air. “You’re going to learn that we’re the ones in control.” Theyarein control. My body knows it.
Phoenix’s hand grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I stand there staring up at him, stunned into silence. The room feels charged—heavy with the weight of his words and the air thick with tension, the atmosphere practically crackling.
“Don’t fight it,” he murmurs, his breath hot on my neck. “It’s time to surrender.” The weight of their hands, their presence, is overwhelming, and for a moment, I feel a flicker of excitement. Nix spins me around to face Gray as he pulls the zipper of my dress down.
“Hey–” Gray slams his hand over my mouth and pulls me closer to him so he can whisper in my ear.
“Be agood girl, take the dress off and go get on the bed.” Gray’s voice interjects, smooth and silky, his calmer tone contrasting sharply with Phoenix’s intensity. My heart hesitates as my body begs to surrender to the promise of pleasure, the need to feel alive, and I let their words sink in. Maybe they aren’t as crazy as I thought. Well, maybe just crazy with this obsession.
Phoenix’s hand releases my chin and I step back, my fingers trembling as I reach for the hem of my dress. Slowly, deliberately, I lift it over my head, revealing the lace bralette and thong that barely covers my body.
Part of me screams to rebel, to walk out and reclaim my dignity but as I lock eyes with Gray, something inside me twists, a dark curiosity mingling with defiance.
For the first time tonight, I forget to be angry.
Because I can feel it, the shift, the truth neither of us will say out loud.
I don’t know if they’re breaking me…
Or if I’m breaking them.
Each of them waits expectantly until I take a small step towards the bed, the fabric of my dress sliding down my skin like water.
The room pulses with anticipation as I feel their smirks return, satisfaction lighting up their faces. I climb onto the edge of the bed, heart thumping wildly as I look back atthem. I feel self-conscious under their scrutiny. Their perfect bodies are a stark contrast to my curvy one.
Wrapping my arms around my stomach, I try to appear smaller, to disappear into the shadows of the room. The air is thick, charged with an electric anticipation as I avoid gazing at the Greek gods before me. Their very presence feels intoxicating and intimidating, a duality that sends shivers racing like a wildfire down my spine.
“Is this what you wanted?” I challenge, pushing back against the fear feathering the edges of my awareness. I hope for an ounce of power in this precarious position, as my heart pounds an echoing rhythm of uncertainty.
Phoenix steps forward, his eyes blazing with a mixture of both hunger and possession that makes my breath catch. “No, sunshine, we want so much more.” His words pulse warmly in the air between us, igniting an unbidden heat rising within me, even as I remain reluctant to yield to their allure.
Gray shakes his head, stepping closer, his movements graceful yet predatory. “We can give you what you need, and you know it.”
I bite my lip, feeling a war wage inside of me; a dark curiosity tugs at my heart, an alluring pull to surrender twisted tight with the remnants of pride that cling desperately to my spirit.
I glance between them, the flames of desire swirling in their gazes, smoldering beneath the surface like a volcano waiting to erupt.
“Let’s find out just how much you desire us, shall we?” Phoenix suggests, a wolfish smile creeping onto his lips, revealing perfectly straight teeth that gleam under the faint light.
Gray leans casually against the dresser, hands shoved in his pockets, his posture oozing confidence that borders on arrogance. It should be a sin how devastatingly sexy these two gods are. I can’t help but see how Gray’s corded muscles ripple beneath his shirt—his arms threw me around in bed the last time we did this.
“You know, you could have avoided all this, but you’ve intrigued us, darling.” He arches an eyebrow, a smug smile dancing on his lips.
