Chapter 38 Engaged Without My Permission

Chapter 38 Engaged Without My Permission
Serena

It wasn’t supposed to hurt like this. I’d always known there was something wrong about feeling the same way about two men like Saint and Sin.

I knew I couldn’t get the whole package. I knew this was temporary, dangerous, and probably going to end in tears.

But why did it still feel like a betrayal that they’d hidden the merger from me? Had Saint pretended to be shocked as well so he wouldn’t let his brother down?

Or had they both known the entire time and simply decided I didn’t deserve the truth?

I begged one of their drivers to take me home.
He refused politely but firmly, claiming he had “express orders” from both brothers not to take me anywhere without their permission.

It was late, but I could still get a taxi. Or even a bicycle if it came to that.

I didn’t have a goddamn phone, so Uber wasn’t an option. You could imagine the life I was living. 

This estate was massive, and I wouldn’t see the main road until I’d walked halfway to what felt like the next county.

In these heels, every step felt like punishment. I trekked slowly down the long driveway, begging the tears not to fall yet so I could at least watch where I was going.

If I broke my neck while experiencing a heartbreak, it would be laughable.

The loud screech of tires beside me nearly made me jump out of my skin.

It was a sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom.

The same driver who had refused me earlier was the one behind the wheel. Would you look at that.

But hold on a sec, what was he doing here? Maybe he changed his mind?

Sin and Saint climbed out almost simultaneously, two tall, dark figures moving with that terrifying synchronicity they always had.

“Damn it, Serena. You’re messing with our heads,” Saint said, marching toward me side by side with his twin.

“Why are you endangering yourself like this, hun?” Sin added in a rougher voice edged with something that sounded dangerously close to fear.

I stopped walking but didn’t turn around.

“I’m mad at both of you. I never want to see you two again. Ever!” 

“Serena, we’ll take you home,” Saint tried, softening his tone like he was talking to a wounded animal.

“I don’t want you or him to do anything for me,” I snapped. “Just leave me alone and go back to your darling fundraiser. I can find my way home by myself.”

Sin muttered a curse under his breath.

Before I could take another step, he closed the distance and swung me over his shoulder, knocking the breath out of my lungs.

My hair fell in front of my face, blocking my view of Saint who was following close behind.

“Put me down this instant, Sin!” I screamed into the night, beating his back with my fists and kicking my legs wildly. “I’m not a child. I’m a grown woman. I’ve had enough of the maltreatment!”

Those things did nothing to stop him. So I turned my neck and sank my teeth hard into his shoulder.

Sin winced, a low hiss escaping him, but he didn’t slow down.

He simply walked us around the car and bent to throw me into the backseat.

“You’re being so rough. Let me go!” I shouted.

He climbed in after me, forcing me to scoot to the other end.

I ended up climbing straight into Saint’s lap.

“Drive,” Saint ordered the driver.

“You’re being a bully, forcing yourself into my life anytime you feel like it. Why aren’t you with your fiancée?”

“The only fiancée I have is right here,” Sin said, a knowing smile tugging his lips, “running her mouth and tempting me.”

I blinked. “You’re manipulative, Sin. I know this game. You knew about the merger. Both of you knew and refused to tell me. I would’ve gladly excused myself from your billionaire drama and disappeared.”

“I didn’t know, Serena,” Sin said quietly. “If I had, I would’ve fought it.”

“Stop lying to my face!” I yelled.

His hands flew toward me, fast but careful, lifting me off the seat and onto his lap in one smooth motion.

He held me there so I was forced to straddle him, my thighs spread over his hips, my chest pressed close to his own solid one.

The more I struggled, the more I only succeeded in pressing my core against his hard cock.

“Why don’t we fuck the pent-up anger out of your system?” he asked, fisting his hand in my hair and tilting my head back, baring my throat to him.

If I breathed too hard or too fast, my breasts would brush his mouth.

“No amount of sex will —”

He tightened his grip on my hair and tugged me closer.

“Let’s find out.”

He captured my lips in a devouring kiss, feasting on them like they were the best thing he'd ever tasted in his entire life.

I tried so hard to make him let go. My hands pushed at his chest, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, but the fight was a weak, half-hearted one. I was already losing even without him fighting back.

My body was betraying me again, melting, softening, craving the very thing I’d sworn I was furious about.

Saint’s hands moved behind me, unfastening the bodice of my evening gown with quick, practiced fingers.

The silk whispered down my shoulders, and the cool air inside the car kissed my skin as my full, naked breasts spilled free, bouncing between me and Sin.

The second Saint’s hot palms came in contact with them, cupping, squeezing, his thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks, I melted completely against Sin.

A broken moan slipped into his mouth. 

“Oh, yes,” 

I kissed Sin back, I stopped holding back and surrendered all of me to them. 

I thrust my tongue against his, angling my head to get a deeper, filthier taste of him.

He tasted exactly like sin, a dangerous combination of whiskey and something sweet

Sin broke the kiss to pepper my neck and chest with kisses.

“Fuck, Serena. Nothing in this world can tear you away from us.” He groaned and kissed me harder, one hand fisting in my hair to hold me exactly where he wanted me while the other slid down to grip my ass, pulling me tighter against the hard ridge of his cock straining through his trousers.

Behind me, Saint’s mouth found the side of my neck while his hands continued to knead my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers until I was whimpering into Sin’s mouth, rocking my hips shamelessly against him.

Sin broke our kiss again just enough to bite my bottom lip, hard enough to sting, before soothing it with his tongue.

“You’re ours,” he growled, his eyes dark and burning as he stared down at me. “Say it.”

I gasped, trembling, overwhelmed, caught between their heat and their hands. I was burning, I was a hot, boiling mess.

“I’m… yours,” I whispered, my own voice sounding foreign in my ears.

Sin’s smile was slow and wicked.

“Good girl.” He praised me.

Saint’s fingers pinched my nipples hard, and I cried out softly from the lethal mix of pain and pleasure.

The driver cleared his throat loudly, and my cheeks burned when I figured I might have been moaning a little too loudly.

“We've arrived.” He announced.

I tried to drag my dress back up since I couldn't fix the bodice on my own, and that was when I noticed the two rings on my finger.

Two identical rings with the diamonds shaped into a beautiful S that took my breath away.

It dawned on me slowly, like a serious joke.

I glanced between them, noting the expressions on their faces.

I'd been too distracted, carried away by pleasure to feel it when they'd slipped the rings on my finger.

I was engaged without my permission to two dark billionaire heirs who never took no for an answer.