Chapter 8 Caught In Their Trap, Again.
Serena
I rolled my hips once, grinding down on Sin’s thick length.
He groaned, the sound was so sensual that I found myself wanting to hear him groan again.
“I don’t want more,” I said, despite the fact that my whole body was begging for release. “I will never want more.”
I rolled again, harder this time, smirking into the darkness behind the blindfold. “You two are pathetic if you think this scares me.”
Saint snorted behind me. “Pathetic?”
His hands returned to my breasts, cupping them roughly so they no longer bounced with my movements. He squeezed, hard enough to make me gasp.
“You’re dripping on him, little mouse. Your body’s already begging louder than your mouth.” Saint was right, my body was begging louder than my mouth.
Sin’s fingers dug into my hips, yanking me forward until I hovered just above his face.
“Careful what you wish for,” he drawled, his breath hot against my soaked center. “Keep talking like that and I’ll make you eat those words.”
I tried to pull back, my instinct screaming ‘danger!’, but Saint fisted my hair, wrapped his other hand around my throat and crushed his mouth to mine.
Did I ever mention that Saint kissed like possession? He kissed like ownership, like the heavens themselves had ordained every kiss from him.
His tongue demanded entry, his teeth nipping my lower lip, devouring every sound I tried to hide.
I moaned into him despite myself, my fingers clutching his shirt like a lifeline.
Sin lifted my hips higher. Then, without warning, his fingers hooked into my thong and ripped.
The sharp snap of fabric stung my skin, the fleeting feeling of pain mixing with pleasure.
I whimpered into Saint’s mouth. Sin’s tongue invaded me in the next heartbeat with a long, slow drag from my entrance to my clit.
Pleasure slammed through me like a freight train.
My back arched, and I nearly toppled backward if not for Saint's grip on me from behind.
“Sin… oh, fuck… Sin…” His name spilled out in broken moans.
Saint deepened the kiss, swallowing every cry, his tongue stroking mine in perfect, punishing rhythm while his fingers rolled my nipple again.
“Do you want more?” Saint pulled his lips from mine to ask in a husky voice.
“No.” I whispered without missing a beat.
“Oh, Serena, you don't know what you've done.” Saint mused.
It took me a while to understand what he meant. Sin tightened his grip on my thighs and increased the intensity of his licks.
Sin devoured me from below with hungry, relentless licks, sucking my clit, his tongue plunging inside me like he was starving.
I was drowning. Lost. Burning. The fact that I couldn't see anything or anyone heightened everything.
He pulled back just enough to growl against my slick folds.
“Ride my face, Serena.”
“What?” I gasped, blinking (actually, attempting to blink) through the blindfold in a silent question of, ‘I’m sorry, what?’
Saint’s lips were trailing fire down my neck, across my collarbone, his teeth grazing the swell of my breast.
“We made a deal,” he murmured against my skin. “Don’t back out now.”
Sin’s tongue flicked my clit once in a teasing, cruel, motion.
“Ride me,” he ordered again, his voice loaded with dark amusement. “Or we can send you back downstairs to face Mother’s next test. You didn't even pass the first one, remember? So, your choice, princess.”
I clutched Saint’s shirt tighter, my nails digging into fabric.
My hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more, craving the forbidden fruit I knew would destroy me. Okay, fruits, because I had two men ravishing my body at the moment.
Sin laughed softly, the vibration humming straight through my core.
“That’s it. Show us how much more you want, Serena.” He knew what he was doing, speaking directly against my clit so his hot breath fanned me there.
I hesitated one last second. My pride was screaming, but my traitorous body was screaming louder.
Then I rolled my hips down, grinding against his waiting mouth.
Sin groaned in approval, then lifted me off him and rolled away smoothly from under me, leaving me kneeling on the cool sheets.
Saint pulled away next, but not before smacking my ass playfully and squeezing. I resisted the urge to moan, because I couldn't give them the satisfaction of watching me unravel before them that easily.
My arms flew up to cover my chest as if the blindfold had only just reminded me I was completely naked.
My breasts felt heavy, my nipples still throbbing from Saint's mouths and fingers, and the sudden rush of self-consciousness hit me like cold water.
Sin’s voice rolled out from somewhere to my left. He sounded both mildly disappointed and grossly amused.
“You want more, Serena. You feel that heat twisting low in your belly, that ache begging to give in. Deep down you’re dying to surrender to us… but you’re too stubborn to say it out loud.”
I opened my mouth for a sharp retort, but Saint cut in before the words could form.
“Don’t worry, little mouse,” he murmured, his fingers trailing idly down my spine, raising fresh goosebumps. “We’ll take our time with you. We’ll be patient.”
Sin’s laugh was darker, closer now. “But never gentle.”
He leaned in until his breath ghosted my ear. “Now, go to sleep.”
The order snapped something inside me. My tongue finally loosened.
I lifted my chin, even though they couldn’t see the fire in my eyes behind the blindfold.
“I take orders from no one,” I hissed. “In fact, I’m removing this stupid blindfold right now.”
My hands flew to my face. My fingers hooked under the silk and I yanked hard.
The fabric ripped free and light flooded in, dim, golden lights spilling from the low lamps, casting long shadows across the massive bed.
My lips parted when I saw them. Saint stood at the foot of the bed. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, the sleeves rolled to his forearms, revealing tattoos that looked like they'd been inked by the devil himself.
His gray eyes locked on me with that unreadable, arctic intensity. A faint smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth, like he’d known exactly what I’d do.
Sin lounged against the headboard. He was shirtless, his muscles gleaming under the lamplight, and those chocolate eyes burning with a worldly intensity that had me scooting backwards.
Shit. I was completely naked. ‘Embarrassed’couldn't even describe what I was feeling.
Sin propped himself on one elbow, watching me like a cat with a cornered mouse.
For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then Sin’s smirk widened.
“Bold move, little mouse, scooting backwards like that when you only have three seconds before you fall with a thud. No longer feeling brave now that you can see us?”
Saint tilted his head, his gaze dropping deliberately to my naked chest, then lower.
“Or just desperate to see what you’re missing?”
I grabbed the sheets and clutched it tight to my breasts.
“I’m not missing anything. I’m done playing your games.”
Sin chuckled.
“Games?” He sat up slowly, his abs flexing. “Sweetheart, this isn’t a game. This is foreplay. Now get over here and lay down.”
“I will not—”
“Then you can leave the room stark naked and face our mother tomorrow.” Saint cut in, winking at me.
Shit. I was trapped. I had no choice.