Roxy’s Pov

His body was spooning mine from behind. The warmth of his chest radiated against my back while his arms wrapped possessively around my waist.

Heat tingled on my body as his hand began to wander, exploring my stomach before drifting upwards to cup my breast. He kneaded the bud, his thumb teasing the sensitive peak until it hardened beneath his touch.

I stirred, a soft moan escaping my lips as I arched into his hand. "Mmm,” my voice was still thick with sleep.

He chuckled softly, nuzzling my neck. "Go back to sleep," he whispered, but his hand continued its explorations. "I've got you."

My body followed his soothing voice, drifting off once more. But even in my sleep, my body still responded to his touch.

He took advantage of my relaxed state and he let his fingers trail lower, dipping between my thighs. He teased my entrance, feeling the dampness that was already gathering there.

Slowly, he pushed a finger inside me.

“Arrgh,” he threw his head back briefly, marveling at the tight heat that enveloped him. I moaned, and my hips instinctively started rocking against his hand. He pumped his finger in and out, picking up the pace.

He withdrew his hand and positioned himself behind me, allowing the head of his cock teasing my entrance. With a slow thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, groaning at the way he slid into my wetness.

He began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm as he took me from behind. The angle allowed him to go deep, each stroke hitting the magic spot inside me.

One hand continued to knead my breast, pinching and tugging at my nipple until it hardened again. The other hand slid between my legs, finding my clit and rubbing in slow, circular motions.

"Oh god," I moaned, my voice ragged with desire. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

He chuckled, picking up the pace until we were both lost in a frenzy of passion. The wet, slick sounds of our lovemaking filled the room.

"Come for me," he growled, his fingers pressing firmly against her clit. "Let go, baby." With a scream of ecstasy, I did just that, my body convulsed around him as I squirted, coating his cock and balls. He followed seconds later, his release filling me with warmth.

I drifted back into sleep, my body relaxing as a huge wave of calmness lulled me.

I woke up to the feeling of his hand between my thighs, cleaning between my legs with a wipe. He teased me as he cleaned, letting his fingers gently tease my entrance. I swallowed, feeling myself getting wet.

His hand glided up my thigh and he let his fingers gently touch in between my folds.

“Mmm,” I stirred, pushing my ass into his body.

“Mmm, good morning, Roxy,” his voice came out deep and low, vibrating against my back.

His palm flattened on my waist, fingers splaying possessively like he owned my body just because he touched it. And God help me, my traitorous body arched into his touch, like it had been waiting for him to claim it again. I still felt sore from earlier, but feeling his hardness against my ass made me dripping wet for him.

“You don’t sleep much, do you?” I murmured, still groggy, trying to pretend like I had a sliver of control.

“I sleep fine,” he said, his lips grazing my earlobe. “But I keep dreaming of fucking you, so I wake up again.”

My cheeks reddened as he spoke and I pressed my thighs together instinctively, but that only made things worse, my thighs caught his fingers, locking them in.

“Mmmm..” he mumbled and then started to ever gently tease my pussy lips. I threw my head back from the pleasure, enjoying the friction and the way his fingers were driving me.

“What’s your name?” I asked, but it came out as a breathless whimper instead.

He chuckled. “You want to scream it next time you’re cumming on my dick?”

I shook my head.

He chuckled, “Lucien. My name is Lucien, Roxy.”

“Lucien,” I repeated, and then flinched when I felt his hand gliding up my stomach in a slow, teasing path. My back arched further into him, and I pressed my hips against him as I tried to bite back a moan.

Fuck.

I rolled over to face him. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lips curled into a lazy grin. His hair was tousled, messy from sleep or sin, and the way he looked at me made my stomach knot all over again.

“Thought you said last night was a one-time thing,” I said, pretending to sound annoyed.

“It was,” he said, brushing his thumb along my bottom lip. “But you’re still here. And I’m not done tasting you yet.”

My breath caught as he leaned in, his eyes flicked from my eyes to my lips and then his lips captured mine, deep and slowly. My fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer as the kiss turned heated, demanding.

It wasn’t fair how good he was at this.

He flipped me onto my back, settling between my legs with an ease that made me want to curse. His mouth moved to my neck, my collarbone, his hands pinning my hips down.

He grinned up at me, his eyes dark with lust. He moved up, pressing our chests together. I turned my head briefly, and my eyes spotted a folder on the nightstand, the word "contract" was across it in bold letters. I froze, my brows furrowing.

"What's this?" I asked, nodding towards the folder. "How fast do you draw up contracts?"

He laughed, the sound low and rumbling.

"Ignore that for now," he said, flexing his hips to grind his cock against my wet pussy. "We're not done here."

I hesitated for a split second before deciding to let it go. Whatever it was, it could wait. Right now, all I wanted was him.

He kissed me again, his hands not giving me a chance to overthink.

By the time his lips were back on mine, I was grinding against him, chasing friction, chasing that edge I was desperate to fall over.

I ground down harder, my clit rubbing against his shaft with each roll of my hips. He groaned, his fingers digging into my wrists as he thrust up to meet me.

He kissed me again, his lips claiming mine in a searing kiss that left me breathless. His tongue delved into my mouth, exploring every inch of me while his hands continued their journey south.

When he reached my breasts, he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting until I was writhing beneath him.

“Yes," I hissed, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer.

He chuckled against my skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves through me. "So responsive," he murmured, his hands trailing down to my hips. "I love how you react to my touch."

“Mmmm…” I could only moan in response, my brain was too scrambled with pleasure to form words. He continued his exploration, his fingers tracing patterns on my stomach before dipping between my legs.

I gasped as he teased my folds, his touch maddeningly light. "Please," I whimpered, desperate for more. "I need you inside me."

He obliged, sinking two fingers deep inside my soaked pussy. I cried out, my walls clenching around him as he began to pump in and out.

"That's it, baby," he purred, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing in slow, firm circles. "Let me feel you come apart on my fingers."

It didn't take long. With a scream, I came undone, my body convulsing around his hand as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

But he wasn't done with me yet. As soon as I came down from my high, he pulled away, leaving me aching.

"Roll over," he commanded, his voice giving me no space for argument.

I complied immediately, flipping onto my stomach and presenting my ass to him.

“Perfect,” he groaned in approval, his hand coming down on my right cheek with a sharp smack.

I yelped, more from surprise than pain. But the sting quickly turned to pleasure, my pussy clenching at the dominant display.

He smacked me again, harder this time, his fingers digging into the reddened flesh.

"Count," he ordered, before raining down a flurry of smacks on my ass.

“On… one,” I complied, gasping out each number as he worked me over. By the time he was finished, my ass was a bright red and throbbing, and I was a shaking mess.

But it wasn't enough. I needed more. I needed him to fill me, to claim me, to make me his.

As if reading my mind, he flipped me onto my back, spreading my legs wide as he positioned himself at my entrance. "Beg for it," he growled, the head of his cock teasing my slit.

"Please," I gasped, writhing beneath him. "Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me. I need you to make me yours."

He smirked, a wicked glint in his eye. "Since you asked so nicely..."

And then he was pushing inside me, filling me up in one smooth thrust. I cried out, my walls stretching around his thick length as he began to move.

He fucked me hard and fast, each stroke hitting that magic spot inside me that had me seeing stars. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with our moans and groans of pleasure.

"Fuck," he grunted, his hips snapping against mine with increasing urgency. "You feel so fucking good. So tight and wet and perfect."

I could only moan in response, lost in the sensation of him moving inside me. I could feel another orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

"Come for me," he commanded, reaching between us to rub my clit. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

“Lucien…” With a scream of his name, I came undone, my body convulsed around him as I came harder than I ever had before. He followed seconds later, his release filling me with warmth as he collapsed on top of me.

I was still gasping, coming down from the high, when the sound of a door clicking open made me freeze.

Lucien didn’t move. His arms caged me in, his breath still warm against my skin.

“Well… well… well,” a voice said, sounding familiar and yet not. “You started without me. Rude.”

I lifted my head toward the voice.

And there he stood. A man with the same sharp jawline. Same dark hair, but styled more carelessly. Same infuriating smirk. But his eyes… his eyes were wilder.

“What the fuck?” I whispered, shoving Lucien off me as I scrambled to sit up.

Lucien just leaned back on his elbows, watching me with that same calm, unreadable expression.

“There’s two of you?” I spat, looking between them. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I snapped, clutching the shirt tighter.

The man at the door, his twin, apparently, grinned, pushing off the frame and strolling in like he owned the damn place. His movements were looser than Lucien’s, cocky, dripping with arrogance.

“Surprise,” he said, eyes raking over me shamelessly. “Though Lucien should’ve told you. Sharing’s kind of our thing. I’m Damon by the way and it’s so good to see you.”

My pulse spiked.

“You’re disgusting,” I spat, glaring at both of them. “You let me sleep with you while your brother—what? Waited for his turn?”

Damon tilted his head, clearly amused. “I wasn’t waiting. I was the one who gave you a head start.”

“What? Are you guys mad or something? Is this some sort of orgy? For God’s sake I’m not a toy you two can pass around,”

“No,” Lucien said simply. “You’re not. But you are an asset. One we want to work with.”

“Oh, so this is recruitment? What a creative pitch,” I sneered.

He picked up the “CONTRACT” folder from the nightstand, flipping it open lazily. “You’d have read this after round two, but… well, you were too busy being a good girl for my brother.”

“I don’t need your fucking contract,” I said, snatching my passport off the desk. “Find another girl desperate enough for your games.”

“You’re not desperate, Roxy. You’re starving,” Damon said, his voice softer now, which only made it worse. “You’ve been told to be ashamed of what you are, to cage yourself and stop exploring. You’ve taken medications, tried therapy, but there’s been no solution so far. That’s where we come in,” he glanced briefly at his brother. “We don’t play by any of those rules.”

I ignored him and picked up a shirt I found on the floor, dragging it down my body in haste.

Lucien’s voice came next. “You’ll come back. Not because of the visa. Not because of the job. You’ll come back because you like the way we see you.”

“Go to hell,” I spat, storming toward the door.

“You’ll find us there,” the other one called after me, smug as ever.

I yanked the suite door open, stepping into the quiet hallway. My bare legs were moving before my brain could catch up. My fingers fumbled with the shirt buttons—mismatched, clumsy, but I didn’t care.

I needed to get out.

The elevator was taking too long. My reflection in the gold-plated doors mocked me, my hair was a total mess, my cheeks flushed, shirt barely covering me. I looked like the girl who didn’t know what she was getting into.

I took the stairs.

Each step pounded beneath me, matching the rhythm of my racing heart. My body burned all over, with anger. How did I not know?

How?

As I thought of it, a wave of bile traveled up my stomach to my throat. I recoiled, feeling a strong urge to vomit. I couldn’t shake off the odd and sickening awareness of how my body had responded to them. To their words. Their touch.

It made me hate myself.

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Back in my apartment, I collapsed onto the couch, burying my face in my hands.

I was done with them. I wasn’t going back.

But as I sat there, trying to piece myself back together, my phone buzzed. I picked it up to see a message. From an unknown number.

“You left without reading the terms, Roxy. Our offer still stands. - L&D”

My stomach flipped. I hurled the phone across the room.

Bastards.