Chapter 51 Acting the Seductress
Serena
I used to think Saint and Sin were untouchable, invincible men, you know, the kind of men life could never really wound.
I was wrong. Life had touched them.
Mrs. Rivers was the greatest thief and liar had ever known. And Mr. Rivers was not a man who would believe anything without proof.
Finding pictures from the past to prove he was once married to Mrs Hale wouldn't help, because even that felt unreliable now, when pictures could be altered or fabricated by AI and made to fit whatever story a person wanted to sell.
Now we were staying in a private residence in uptown Manhattan. Their mother knew better than to come here because journalists were always circling the area.
Rich celebrities lived here, and all it had taken Saint and Sin was one phone call to rent the place for a while.
Even here, they tried to hide the stress they were under, but I could see it anyway. At the hospital, they had refused to let me do anything remotely physical because they insisted I needed time to recover.
You would have thought I had been badly injured.
They needed a release, and I could easily give it to them
“You need to rest,” I said, making them both pause in the middle of the paperwork they were reviewing.
I rose from my chair and walked toward them.
Sin’s eyes tracked my every movement with sharp precision, while Saint leaned back in his chair just to watch me.
I loved that I could do this to them. Having two men wrapped around my fingers still felt a little like a dream.
“We’re doing our best to distract ourselves, Serena,” Saint said, his voice already thick with lust. He was coming undone. “You’re undoing all that effort by just swaying your hips like that.”
I brought my hands to my breasts and squeezed them together through the thin fabric of my top, testing their reactions to me touching myself.
Saint’s eyes darkened, the gray glowing and dimming alternatively, as if he was trying to choose between unleashing his desire and suppressing it.
I wanted him to unleash it, to pour it all out on me, to drown me in it.
He parted his thighs further and parted the right one.
“Come here.”
“Be polite about it,” I teased, “and I might consider it.”
“Go and sit on his lap,” Sin growled, impatience thick in his tone.
He was such a party pooper. I mean, there I was, thinking I could be in charge for once today.
I shot Sin a hard look, but obeyed anyway, moving to Saint and lowering myself slowly onto his lap, making sure to arch my ass before settling on him.
The second my ass settled against the hard ridge of his cock, Saint’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him.
Sin watched me with dark, hooded eyes. He was clearly in a mood.
I wanted him to channel that frustration the right way, into my body, not at me.
“I see something has got you pissed tonight, Sinclair.” This was my first time calling his name in full, and it rolled off my tongue with ease. It tasted like sweet rebellion.
Saint chuckled behind me, the deep rumble vibrating through his chest and straight into my spine where my back was pressed flush against him.
Sin’s eyes narrowed, but never breaking contact with mine.
“You’re bold tonight,” he said in a rough voice he hadn't used in a long time with me. “Keep it up and you might get more than you bargained for.”
I flashed him a slow, wicked smile.
“You sure do need to play a little tonight. You know the saying, all work and no play…” I paused, hooking my fingers into the neckline of my top and tugging it down in one smooth motion.
My breasts spilled free, my full, heavy, nipples already tight from the cool air and the heat of his stare.
They bounced once, settling with a soft, inviting jiggle.
“…makes Sin a dull boy.” I finished my sentence.
“Careful, Serena,” Saint murmured against the shell of my ear, his hot breath sending a trail of fire down my neck. “You’re poking the bear in the ass.”
I gathered my breasts in both hands, squeezing them together until they overflowed my palms, then let them bounce again as I leaned forward and started twerking slowly on Saint’s lap.
He let out a pained groan.
I rolled my ass, my hips grinding down against the hard ridge of his cock straining through his trousers.
I felt different tonight, bolder, hungrier. This version of me, the confident seductress, the unashamed temptress, she felt like someone I wanted to keep forever.
Saint growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my back.
“If you keep going like this,” he warned, his hands gripping my hips hard to stop me from moving, “you’ll be using a wheelchair tomorrow. You’re testing our restraints.”
I bounced harder on his lap, my breasts jiggling with every movement.
Sin’s jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle jump.
“All right,” he said in a low voice. “Show’s over.”
Before I could straighten myself on Saint's lap, Sin was kneeling before me.
“Let’s see if your pussy lips move just as fast as your mouth.”
He twisted me, changing my position entirely so I was facing Saint.
“Hello, there.” Saint said, a wolfish grin lighting up his face.
A loud rip filled the room as Sin tore my skirt clean off my body in one brutal yank. The elastic band tearing away stung my skin, and combined with the anticipation of what was to happen, the feeling was heavenly.
Sin’s hot breath ghosted over my ass a second later, and I knew exactly what he was seeing.
I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Saint gathered my full breasts in his large hands, squeezing them together between us until they spilled over his palms.
“Walking around without underwear,” Sin murmured, as if the sight didn't please him. “You should know better than to test us like this, Serena.”
His hands gripped my hips from behind, spreading me open.
“But no worries,” he added, his breath fanning my dripping folds. “We are very patient teachers. And you will learn.”
I shivered violently between them.
Sin's mouth met my pussy and my mouth opened in a scream that never made it out because Saint captured my lips with his own full ones.
I kissed him back, tasting his lips and sucking on his lower one.
I moaned into his mouth when Sin slipped his tongue inside me.
He placed his palm on my pussy and rubbed me in quick circles that stole my breath.
I broke the kiss to catch my breath.
Saint pinched my nipples and I shuddered from the intensity of both men pleasuring me in different ways.
“We're going to take turns teasing you halfway to the edge of your climax, and then we're going to fill up your pussy with our cocks at once.”
I was too carried away by Sin's fingers sliding inside me and curling up there to hear what Saint had just said.
Double penetration. My biggest fear in our relationship.