Chapter 54 Vignette 51
I didn’t come here to cause a scene. I didn’t come here to see him, either.
But there he was—my ex—looking like a perfectly pressed lie in a custom tux, standing beside a woman who used to call me friend. They laughed together, hands linked, as if I hadn’t existed. As if our three years had just... evaporated.
So yeah, I drank.
Champagne first. Then wine. Then whatever was glowing blue in that punch bowl.
By the time the lights dimmed and the DJ slid into something bass-heavy, my shoes were off, my lipstick was smudged, and I was dancing like no one was watching—because I didn’t care if they were.
Until they started watching.
Three Groomsmen. Tall, tailored, and dangerous. One had eyes too sharp to be polite. Another had a grin that didn’t belong at a wedding. The third... God, the third just looked like trouble wrapped in a fitted vest.
I felt their stares before I saw their faces. I felt them when my back arched to the beat, when my hair flipped over my shoulder, when my hands slid down my own waist because no one else was touching me yet.
But that changed fast.
Because the next time I looked up, they were no longer across the room.
The crowd pulsed behind me, but the space around me shifted. Thinned.
One of them moved first—Mr. Sharp Eyes. He didn’t touch me. Just leaned in close enough for my skin to react. His voice slid against my ear like silk on bare skin.
“Dance like that again,” he murmured, “and you’ll have no idea what you’re asking for.”
I should’ve laughed it off but my body didn’t get the memo.
Another voice chimed in from behind me—lower, rougher. Mr. Trouble.
“She already knows what she’s asking for. Just doesn’t know if she can handle it.”
I swallowed, pulse flickering against my throat. My breath caught as a hand—just fingertips—brushed my lower back. Not possessive. Not aggressive. Just… claiming awareness. The weight of it felt more intoxicating than anything I’d drank that night.
Then came the third—Grinning Sin. He circled me like a challenge, his gaze sweeping my face, my flushed chest, the way I still swayed to the fading beat.
“I vote we give her a chance to prove us wrong.”
My mouth parted, but no sound came out. I was suddenly hyper-aware of every inch of my body. Of the heat in my skin. Of the dark promise threading between the three of them like smoke and worse?
I didn’t feel fear. I felt wanted. No, more than that. I felt desired in a reckless, wicked, head-spinning way that made it impossible to remember why this was a bad idea.
One of them tilted my chin up with two fingers. “Tell us to back off,” he said, eyes smoldering. “Or come with us now.”
Their stares alone felt like touches dragging across my skin, daring me to flinch. But I didn’t.
The music behind us faded into noise, irrelevant compared to the three men who now surrounded me like a secret only I was allowed to keep.
One of them leaned closer again—Mr. Sharp Eyes—his lips brushing against my temple this time, low enough that no one else could hear.
“There’s a guest bathroom down the hall,” he murmured. “Locked door. No interruptions.”
Mr. Trouble slid a finger along my wrist, catching it gently. “Or you can walk out of here and pretend this moment never happened. We won’t stop you.”
But I didn’t move, didn’t even blink.
Grinning Sin stepped around me, his fingers reaching behind to press the small of my back. “Then let’s not waste the moment.”
I followed them step by step, heart hammering, breath shallow. The hallway stretched ahead, dimly lit, the beat of the music growing distant as we left the dance floor behind.
This wasn’t like me. It wasn’t safe. Not even smart. But it was irresistible.
The door clicked shut behind us.
“Hope you can keep quiet," Grinning Sin whispered, "because this room doesn’t have soundproof walls. I nodded.
He stepped behind me, his hands sliding around my waist, thumbs hooking at the hem of my dress. “Then let’s make a mess out of you.”
I gasped, partly from the audacity, partly from the heat blooming low in my stomach. The mirror caught my expression—lips parted, lashes fluttering, three men closing in like wolves with no patience left.
My back hit the cool marble. Sharp Eye’s fingers slid under fabric. His breath touched the shell of my ear.
“You won’t be leaving this room the same way you entered,” he whispered.
Another added, “And you won’t be quiet either.”
I tightened my lips as one of them trailed his finger from my hair down to my back until his hands landed on my as. He slid it down until his firm grip was on my hips.
Then another came in front of me, he put his fingers around my neck and kissed the part of my cheek just before my lips. My lips parted spontaneously and a gasp escaped it.
Another hand came on my waist and I felt my flowy dress lift. My eyes were closed, my skin absorbing the touch evendow I didn't know who touched me and who didn't.
Maybe it was the one who kissed my cheek that finally claimed my lips. What I felt against my mouth was a soft, full pair of lips. I didn't care to open my eyes, I quickly reciprocated the kiss, my hands rising up to his cheek.
Then someone behind me shifted my panties to the side and I suddenly felt something cold and wet lick me once between my as cheek—it was probably his tongue. Then one more lick. His tongue went down until he was licking my psy lip.
I stopped kissing, my lips still brushing his lips. I gasped and he swallowed my breath. I opened my eyes—barely—and it was Sharp Eyes who'd been claiming my lips.
I moaned when the tongue licking me tried to push it's way into my psy. My breath hit against Sharp Eyes.
Then he shifted back and Grinning Sin came in front of me. His eyes were fixed on my cleavage as he stepped closer. He didn't just grab my bbs. He pulled it out of my V-neck dress and held it in his hands like it was a heavy pillow.
Then he arched his neck and stuck out his tongue, directing it to my hard nples. My legs nearly gave out as he took one of them in his mouth. He bit it and sucked gently on it.
I moaned, unable to justify which gave me the most pleasure. Whether it was from my bbs being sucked or the perfect tongue licking me down there.
I threw my head backwards. Maybe I was moaning, or screaming, or yelling, or even begging—it's hard to recall what my sounds were about. Only thing I cared about was the pleasure I was receiving.
But my psy dripped, hungry for real penetration. I lifted one leg in the heat of the moment.
As if he read my mind, Grinning Sin took his lips out of my mouth and whispered to my ears, “We start when you beg.”
My breath hitched. What was I supposed to say? That I needed their dk inside me? Or that I needed them to fk me like a slt? I only hoped that they brought their guards down and fked me without me asking for it.
But they kept on touching me. Hands on my as, tongue on my clt, and my bast in Grinning Sin’s mouth.
I tightened my lips, attempting to stiffen the heat boiling in me, my heart pounding in my ears. But it was all to no avail. Then the next thing I heard from my own mouth was,
“Please, fck me! I need you!” I cried out, amidst my heavy breaths.
I instantly caught Grinning Sin's smile turning into a smirk.
The other groomsmen laughed and Sharp Eye didn't hesitate to withdraw his tongue from my psy. The sound of light metal clinking behind me made me know he was loosening his belt. My heart beat louder in anticipation. Grinning Sin loosened his belt too.
In a few seconds, both Grinning Sin and sharp eye were without trousers or any undershort, the third groomsman, Mr. Trouble only stood by the side, watching, rubbing his dk through the dark suit trousers.
Sharp Eye rubbed my ashole—gently but sweet—with his thumb. He shifted my hair to the side and kissed my neck once. He kissed it again, his breath lingered on my throat while his dk slowly slid inside my ashole. My mouth widened, breaths escaping, my legs wavy.
Grinning Sin was already rubbing his hands on my wet psy. Then after my ashole filled up with Sharp Eye’s dk thrusting deep inside, he held his veiny dk in his hand and pushed his hips forward. His eyes were fixed on the motion of his dk as he inserted it in my psy—barely.
He circled his tip just at the entrance of my VG and I screamed passionately. One hand went up to my bast. He grabbed it, making his dk go even deeper. He maintained a steady depth thrust when his entire length went inside me, leaving only his balls to continuously tap me.
My ashole and my VG. They were both filled up with huge, veiny dks thrusting in and out. Sharp Eye held my neck, his breath hit against me as he groaned in pleasure.
I screamed, my legs completely gave out. I could have fallen to the floor but the two men slamming me front and back held me in place.
Finally, Mr. Trouble stepped forward to join. He probably couldn't control himself anymore so he came to get a taste of what the other two men were enjoying.
He stood by the side and took my hand and placed it on his bare dk. I didn't hesitate to start stroking it. Then he brusquely dragged my head, our lips touched and he kissed me hungrily, returning my hand to his dk each time it fell out.
In no time, Grinning Sin was already spilling his nuts inside me. He pulled out afterwards and Mr. Trouble took over.
He groaned loudly when his dk went deep inside my psy. He gripped my waist and slammed me so hard I saw stars.
He switched sides with Sharp Eye and they fked me until I could no longer hold it. My psy couldn't. I started jerking in their hands but they didn't stop until they reached orgasm—at the same time.
I fell to the floor when they pulled out of me, giving their dks final strokes as their seeds spilled on the floor.
I heard Mr. Trouble’s voice, “arghh! that was one sweet ashole.”
They dressed up but I still laid on the floor, panting. Grinning Sin helped me to my feet. He covered my exposed bbs and straightened my dress.
“Get a hold of yourself, we need to leave before anyone finds us here.”
I braced myself, but just as we were about to leave, the door knob turned and the door swung open.
We all stood frozen at the site of the person standing right in front of us.