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Ansel stepped forward, his eyes locked onto mine, and before I knew it, he pulled me into his embrace. His lips claimed mine in a passionate kiss. I felt my body respond, tingling with a mix of desire and relief as his lips explored mine.
Kylo watched us and his eyes darkened with jealousy, but it only fueled the passion that now coursed through my veins. He stepped forward, his hands reaching for me, and without a second thought, he pulled me into his arms too. The two of them kissed me, their kisses intertwining, and a powerful surge of emotions washed over me.
And for a split second, nothing else mattered in the world.
Chapter
Sixteen
The heat of their bodies melded together in a chaotic tangle of limbs and lust. Ansel's lips crashed against mine, hot and insistent, while Kylo's mouth trailed a scorching path down the column of my neck. Their hands—my god, their hands—were everywhere, tracing the contours of muscles through fabric, mapping out territories they both staked claim to.
"God, Averill," Ansel murmured against my lips, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through me. His fingers gripped my hips and pulled me closer until I felt the undeniable hardness of his cock pressing through the barrier of denim.
Meanwhile Kylo’s breath was a warm whisper at my ear, "You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this." His words were punctuated by the unbuttoning of my blouse, a slow reveal that left my skin buzzing where the cool air kissed it.
Their eagerness was tangible. Each touch sparked an electric craving that shot straight to my core. I could feel them, hard and wanting, and something about that power sent a thrill straight down to my clit. It was like playing with fire, except I was the flame, and they were the moths drawn to my blaze.
"Fuck..." The word slipped from my lips as Ansel's hand skimmed lower and stroked through the fabric of my jeans in a way that had my pussy clawing at my panties like a caged animal desperate for freedom. Freedom from doubt, freedom from the past, freedom to just feel. And as I leaned into the kiss and melted into the intoxicating cocktail of muscles and men, I realized I was done running from the things I wanted.
No holding back. No fear. Just raw, unadulterated passion that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long. With a shared, silent agreement, we crossed the point of no return, diving headfirst into the abyss without a single look back. Because when betrayal and revenge were your bread and butter, surrendering to pleasure felt like the sweetest kind of rebellion.
I dropped to my knees and the rough carpet bristled against my skin—a delicious contrast to the smooth warmth of Ansel and Kylo's skin as I positioned myself between them.
"God, Averill," Ansel groaned as I freed him from the constraints of denim. His voice was a raw edge of lust that cut straight to my pussy.
The head of Ansel's cock was flushed and swollen, glistening with precum as it sprang free from his pants. I teasingly swirled my tongue around the sensitive tip before taking the entire thing into my mouth. My warm lips slid down his shaft, feeling the veins pulse against my tongue as I took him deeper into my throat with each stroke.
"Fuck, Ave, your mouth—" Kylo's voice melted into a low groan when I leaned forward and engulfed his cock next.
My fingers wrapped around the base of Ansel's cock and stroked rhythmically while he watched Kylo stretch my pretty little throat.
Their hands roamed over me and ignited trails of fire across my skin. Each touch erased the lines I'd drawn around my heart, line by scarred line. My thoughts dissolved into pure sensation, an array of pleasure.
"Perfect," Ansel's fingers threaded through my hair.
The rest of the world could wait—we were creating our own storm, and I was the eye, calm and fierce and utterly alive.
"Look at her, Kylo," Ansel murmured, his voice a velvet command that sent shivers down my spine. "She's ours."
"Yours?" I smirked, a breathless concession. "Cute. Now make me believe it."
"Bedroom," Ansel's voice was a low growl, his hand firm around mine, pulling me away from the entangled mess of limbs and lust we'd become in the living room. His other hand trailed along my forearm and ignited every nerve ending, marking a path that sizzled across my skin like electricity.
"Lead the way, Mr. Lake," My words were heavy with the kind of sarcasm that thinly veiled my skyrocketing pulse. Each step through the dimly lit hallway felt like a dance with destiny, one I never knew I had the rhythm for.
"Careful, Averill," Kylo's voice teased from behind us, "You might actually start enjoying this."
We reached the bedroom. This wasn't just a threshold; it was an abyss, and with each second that ticked by, I teetered closer to the edge.
"Perfect," Ansel whispered, his breath hot against my ear, "Insanity suits you."
"Flatterer," I blushed, but there was no bite to it. My defenses were crumbling.
Kylo's hand brushed mine, a silent plea laced with desire. It was a touch that spoke volumes, a safety net in the chaos of our tangled emotions.
The room swallowed us whole, a sanctuary of shadows and whispers where only the brave—or the foolish—dared to tread. It pulsed with a carnal energy, the kind that seeped into your pores and hijacked every rational thought inside your head. Ansel's bedroom had become an altar of indulgence, and I was the offering caught between two deities of desire. Ansel to my back, Kylo to my front—their heated gazes could have scorched the devil himself.
Ansel's fingers danced across my skin. His hands were assertive and left no doubt about his intentions. "I think we've done enough talking.”
