Page 134 of Cuffed By Love

“Devin?”

I wander through his penthouse apartment, awe-struck. It’s stunning. Open plan living room, with gorgeous crystal chandeliers, floor to ceiling windows with an incredible view. I trail my fingers along the dark grey marble island in the kitchen as I walk through. I go up the spiral staircase to the bedroom situated on the first floor. No sign of him anywhere. With a sigh, I walk over to the window and look out at the breathtaking view of Singapore stretched out before me.

“Hi.” I jump started and gasp when I hear a deep voice burr in my ear. “Welcome home.” I smile and sink against him when he wraps his arms around me. By home, he means his embrace, where he claims I always belong, not the apartment itself.

“Mm, it’s so good to be home.” I lament, tipping my head back when his lips descend on my neck, licking, kissing and nipping at my flesh. My clothes start to come off, one item at a time hitting the floor until I’m naked.

I spin in Devin’s arms, and his lips come sweeping down over mine, kissing me till my toes curl and I’m moaning breathlessly. I whine in protest when he pulls away from the kiss, my lips still searching for his until I open my eyes and look up into his gorgeous face. His lips curl into a devilish smile, and the glint in his eyes tells me he’s up to no good. Then, before my hazy mind could figure it out, I feel a warm, firm torso press up against my back. I gasp, surprised and turn my head to look back. My eyes slowly rake up a muscular chest until they lock with a familiar pair of meltingly soft brown eyes. “Levi,” I whisper in a daze. What is happening? Why is Levi in Singapore? And why am I sandwiched between them both?

Levi smiles down at me, his hands trailing up my bare arms. “Hey, baby girl.” He murmurs in my ear. I look at Devin questioningly, and his smile broadens.

“Devin, what are you—”

Devin presses his forehead to mine, “Shh, relax, baby, we’ve got you.” He assures me austerely. I open my mouth to protest, but they both tilt their heads, and two sets of lips kiss down either side of my neck, both as good as each other. My head whirls, and I sway on my feet and rest my head back against Levi’s shoulder to steady myself. “Dev, what are we doing?” I ask breathily. Devin kisses his way up to my lips.

“Making your fantasy a reality, Tinks.” He murmurs, sucking my bottom lip.

“One wild night with our favourite girl,” Levi whispers in my ear, his tongue skimming the shell of my ear. “We’re going to take care of you; just relax, baby girl.”

Levi spins me, so I was facing him; his long fingers curl at the nape of my neck and draws my mouth to his. I still for a moment, unsure of what to do; Levi is kissing me in front of his brother. Are we really about to have a threesome? Devin’s fingers glide between my legs, and I moan. I shouldn’t have, but I did. I part my lips and accept Levi’s kiss, returning it with equal zeal while our tongues caress lazily, savouring in one another's tastes. I whimper into Levi’s mouth when Devin slides two fingers in me, his mouth closing around my pulse point at the base of my neck.

“Christ.”My head falls back against Devin’s chest; I raise my left arm and curl my fingers at his nape, and the right tangles in Levi’s hair when his mouth captures a budding nipple and teases it before sucking it hard. I couldn’t figure out which sensation to focus on, Devin’s fingers gliding in and out of me or Levi’s assault on my nipples. I’ve never done anything like this, but my God, my body tingled all over from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes, my nerves incited and went up in flames. I couldn’t think, could barely catch my breath, but I was on a high I’ve never felt before. A heart-pounding moment, driven by the most intense form of lust and passion.

I come apart, soaking Devin’s fingers, riding them until my body stops convulsing. “Taste her.” Devin groans, sliding his fingers out and stroking my clit. Levi doesn’t waste a second. He drops to his knees, lifting one of my legs onto his shoulder; he licks through my folds with a guttural moan. Devin removes his hand and brings them to his lips, sucking them clean with a feral groan of his own. Holy shit. I’m about to lose my mind. I didn’t know whose name to cry out while I writhe and whimper in utmost pleasure. Devin swallows my moans with a hot and dirty kiss, stealing what little air I have in my lung until they burned, but I didn’t care; I needed more and tasting myself on his tongue spurred me on, pushing me to a whole new level of desire.

“If only you could see how beautiful you look right now, baby. You’re so damn perfect.” Devin murmurs, sucking on my bottom lip. “You’re mine, he can have a taste, but you’re mine. Only I get to fuck you.”

“Ohh, Christ, Dev.”

“Now be a good girl and come for him, drown him in your cum so I can bend you over and fuck you.” I rock my hips, grinding against Levi’s mouth. Just like Dev, Levi knows exactly how to make me come for him. His tongue circles my clit, and he sucks, sending me over the edge.

“Oh, yes, I’m coming, yes, Levi!”

“Miss Evans?” I start awake, panting and look up at the stewardess standing over me, holding a tray. “Would you prefer chicken or beef for your dinner?” She questions with a smile.

I blink up at her and clear my throat shifting rather awkwardly in my seat, my cheeks burning and body sweltering. I cannot believe I dreamt up a threesome with Dev and his brother. What the hell is wrong with me?

You hear about these pregnancy hormones that women talk about, such as sickness, breast tenderness, mood swings. I didn’t get any of those things. Do you want to know what I got? Bizarre dreams and cravings—oh, and an astounding level of randiness. I enjoyed sex before; however, I could go a while without, but never have I ever had this constant need for sex. I feel as though I have transformed into a Nymphomaniac that fantasises non-stop about sex and how many different ways she can get railed. I blame Devin; this is his fault. And Wyatt, too, for putting that threesome idea in my head…the damn freak.

I exhale and smile up at the stewardess. “The chicken will be fine, thank you. How long till we land?”

“We’ll be arriving in an hour.” I nod and thank her, taking the tray of food she hands me. My stomach twists with anticipation to see Devin so much so that I can’t even stomach the delicious chicken sitting in front of me. I look out of the window, see nothing but clear blue skies and the Indian ocean. I place my hand against my stomach and smile.

“Are you excited to see daddy, little one? I know I am.”

The final hour drags, and the moment the wheels hit the tarmac, my heart leaps with excitement. I open up my compact and check my make-up one last time. I change out of my loose and comfortable flying attire into a dark blue button-down denim mini dress that hugged my curves perfectly. I pull up the zipper to my ankle boots and look around to make sure I have everything with me before I leave the plane.

As the plane rolls to a stop, I look out the window and grin when I see Devin leaning against a white Range Rover Sport, his muscular arms crossed over his strapping chest. His eyes are hidden behind a pair of dark designer aviators. My mouth waters at the sight of him, and my already damp lace thong gets a little wetter with building anticipation.

The door finally opens, and I step out, standing at the top of the steps. Devin pulls his shades down to the bridge of his nose and looks me over, straightening from his leaning position. I walk down the steps and walk the short distance over to him. Devin takes his sunglasses off and advances toward me as well.

The heat in his gaze makes my stomach flip. I wasn’t sure what to expect when he saw me after I accidentally blurted out I was pregnant. I half expected him to be annoyed with me still. I was, however, pleasantly surprised when his fingers curl at the back of my neck and his lips come crashing down on mine, hot and needy. My knees shook and almost buckled, so I fist his shirt to keep myself upright. We kiss passionately, fuelling a week's worth of yearning for one another. I moan, stroking my tongue languidly against his and sucking softly, making him groan throatily in return. Devin begins to pull back to end the kiss, but I latch onto his lips again and draw him into another mind-blowing smooch.

“Damn baby, it’s nice to be missed by you,” Devin murmurs against my lips, and I suck on his bottom lip.

“You saying you haven’t missed me?” I question, looking up at him through my lashes.

Devin cups my face in his big hands and gazes into my eyes, his lips brushing mine when he speaks. “Like you wouldn’t believe.” A wicked smile. “I hope you’re not too attached to that dress.”

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