Page 80 of Beautiful Chaos

A whimper escapes my lips, the only sound between the three of us. I’m trapped between my two most dominating men. The ones who don’t share as easily and freely as the other three do. Pressed tightly between their hard bodies as they meet each other’s gazes. It gives an entirely new and erotic meaning to stuck between a rock and hard place. The way Luca presses against my ass proves something is most definitely hard.

Declan’s fingers tap against my erratic pulse. “You want that. Don’t you, Scarlett? My pretty girl wants to be taken care of. Wants to be filled. Needs to be.”

I nod my head in agreement. That’s exactly what I need.

“You need us both, Letty? Need to be so tightly pressed between our bodies you can’t tell where you end and we begin?”

Luca’s hands get to work ridding me of my clothes, one article at a time as he whispers dirty things in my ear. Declan removes his hands and leans back on the bed, watching us.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Scarlett,” Declan’s words come out on a heavy exhale.

Luca’s lips press against my throat, his tongue leaving a warm trail as he traces my pulsing vein. “And so fucking sweet,” he growls against my skin.

Declan pins me with a hard stare, too serious for the lust in his eyes and in my bloodstream. “Are you going to be a good girl for us?”

“Always,” I promise with a coy smile. He rolls his eyes.

“Best behavior tonight and you’ll get rewards.” There’s something hidden in D’s words. Something that gives away that he has a plan. Has had a plan this whole time. Coming to his room is starting to make a lot more sense than when we first came in here. Especially when he leans over into the drawer next to his bed and pulls free a long, dark piece of fabric.

“We’re going to blindfold you now.” My mouth parts open in surprise, but I don’t argue. A sudden thrill races through me. It isn’t the first time one of them has deprived me of one of my senses, but it never gets old. The rush. The anticipation. The not knowing. It heightens everything. With these two? I have no idea what to expect.

I can’t see Luca’s reaction, if he knew it was coming, if he likes it. But I can feel him grow harder against my ass, so I guess that answers that.

I hold still, not even breathing as Declan moves to tie the piece of fabric over my eyes. He adjusts it a few times, making sure it fits snug but still comfortable.

“How’s that?”

“Good,” I breathe out. He hums in satisfaction with my answer. His fingers trail down my throat to my peaked nipples, brushing over them ever so slightly. Barely even a touch. My breathing speeds up as I feel new hands, Luca’s hands, rough from years in the ring, squeezing my thighs and running lightly over the sensitive skin on my inner thighs.

They take turns, hands coming and going, brushing light, gentle touches over erogenous zones. The first smack against my ass makes me moan with the unexpectedness of it. When one of them twists my nipple, I feel my pussy pulse with need.

Neither one of them says anything, just touching me, moving me when they want me to turn in a different direction. The sound of our heavy breathing the only one in the room. I can hear every caress as their fingers brush over my skin. I tense as I hear the sound of something opening, not the drawer but something else.

Before I can try to decipher what I’m hearing, someone is pulling my face toward them. As soon as his rough lips bruise against mine, crushing every other thought in my mind, I know it’s Luca. His kisses always feel like a brand against my soul, burning everything but my need for him away.

Luca pulls away from me and I instantly miss the heat of his body against mine. His hand falls to my shoulder, gripping it as he pushes me forward, another hand landing on my hip to keep my feet in place. I bend at the waist, trusting Luca won’t let me fall. He guides me down until my arms and chest rest against the soft comforter on Declan’s bed.

The click of a lighter makes me tilt my head to the side, but fingers between my thighs begin to distract me again. So close to where I need touch, just teasing me. Taunting me with it. A new scent slowly begins to fill the room. Something familiar, relaxing. Almost soothing.

A lavender candle?

Kisses trail down my spine and I shiver, my ass feeling exposed and empty. I whimper as the light touches from earlier are replaced with soft kisses. No pattern, no rhythm, nothing to give away where they may fall next. Heat pours through me, my skin feels flush with need and warm with desire. It makes the first shock of cold dripping down my spine all the more shocking. I cry out, but my pussy spasms as ice cold drops of water begin to pour one after another down my spine, following the same pattern as the very first kisses did.

They stop right at the crease of my ass, only a few of the cold drops running down to hit my pussy. More than just ice water drips between my thighs, making them slick. The familiar cadence of Luca rumbling his approval sounds from beneath me.

Declan. He’s the one who was responsible for the cold.

I sense more than feel Luca move away from me and don’t know what to expect next. My body is wired like a tightly wound coil. Tense and waiting for their next move. I shiver with anticipation for the next icy sensation to trail over my skin.

Only it doesn't come.

More kisses. More teasing. More touches.

Just as I begin to relax a new sensation is added.

Heat.

Fire.

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