“I’m not leaving, Mrs. Crawford.” I stood firm with my decision. What made me so firm? It wasn’t like the twins and I had pledged commitment to each other. I wouldn’t exactly be betraying them if I left. They’d simply lose a sex partner. That’s all.

  And then, I said it. “I love them.”

  My words surprised her as much as they surprised me. I didn’t want to believe my feelings myself, but Kristie was right—people could fall in love in a week. Every particle of me hoped the twins felt the same way. That was the reason why I hated it when they talked to other girls. That was why I didn’t want them to leave me.

  She raised a finger and stared at me so intensely, I could imagine her bending over to try and land a bite. “I won’t fall for that so easily, you crazy slut. You’re in this for the money. You want my family’s fortune—and don’t you dare think for a second I’ll hand over all my wealth to some dumb whore like you.”

  “I don’t want any of that. I love Ryan and Riley. I'm here for them, not the money.” Saying it out loud again affirmed my feelings. “And you’re not so much of a saint, are you, Mrs. Crawford? Two divorces before meeting their father?” I read about that slice of information when curiously researching the twins last week. I absolutely adored the internet.

  Her cheeks turned into splotched shades of red, and her hand balled into a fist.

  I shut the briefcase and shoved it into the hands of her assistant. “Take your money. I don’t need it.”

  She pushed herself up and wiped her dress down, puffing up her chest as she did. “I’m not giving it to you anymore. You’ve had your chance. I’m not willing to continue discussions with a Neanderthal. Be warned, Ms. Fontaine. I tried to be nice, letting you off the easy way. I have other means to get rid of you, and I’ll make sure you’ll suffer as you go down.”

  Her sentence wiped the smug expression off my face and set a lump in my throat. I couldn’t take the threats of a billionaire lightly. I had nothing to hold myself against her. She could ruin my life and send me away if she wanted to. Heck, she could hire someone to kill me by tomorrow, or at least my imagination thought so. I was starting to regret how brash I had been when talking back, but I couldn’t change my mind now.

  “I’ll see you next time, Ms. Fontaine,” she said, spinning around on her heels. She strutted off as her assistant followed closely.

  I swallowed my saliva in fear.

  I had just waged war with a powerful billionaire.

  ***

  Kristie sat next to me, biting her nails with a deep frown cut into the center of her forehead. “You have to tell the twins.”

  “What if they agree with their mother?”

  “You’re still going on about that? Getting rejected is better than getting killed!”

  I nodded. “I know, but how am I supposed to bring it up to them?”

  “Tell it straight to their faces. Tell them their mother is up to something. Seriously, keeping secrets isn’t worth the risk of getting screwed over for the rest of your life.”

  I covered my mouth with my hand and took a deep breath. “I’ll try.”

  “You have to.”

  The twins were timely. My cell phone trilled just as Kristie insisted I spilled everything out. The screen flashed Riley’s name.

  “I’ll have to go now; Keith is probably waiting for me. Remember what I said. You've got to start being more open." My best friend gave me a tight hug.

  "Have fun at your date."

  "I sure will."

  I picked up the phone as she walked to the exit. "Hello?"

  "Hey, it's Riley."

  Hearing his voice cheered me up. I hadn't realized how much I missed the twins until now. Their flight would arrive home in a couple days. The mansion felt too big without them around.

  But hearing him also sent an aching need to my core. Just the thought of them whispering next to my ear while taking me from behind managed to send my panties into a bunch.

  "How is Paris?" I asked.

  "The negotiations are going well. I think we might've tied in a deal with their director. We're going to open a few more joint ventures there."

  I smiled. "That sounds good."

  "How are you doing?"

  I thought about their mother's visit and what Kristie told me to do. "I'm great, really."

  "Did Kristie come over?"

  "She just left, actually. She really enjoyed your pool." Until your mother interrupted her.

  "Good, good." I could imagine him nodding beside the phone. "I can't wait to get home. Ryan and I miss you so much."

  My heart started to throb against my ribcage. His sweet words pained me, but it was a good kind of pain. The kind that came up because of excitement. They truly might've loved me, but I wasn't going to raise that subject until they got home. I wanted to hear the answer, regardless of whether it was positive or not, in person.

  "Do you?" I asked. "I miss you, too. Where is Ryan, by the way?"

  "He's taking a shower. I want you all to myself now."

  That possessive side of him had started to show. My lower belly always tightened whenever I sensed it.

  "I want to see you," Riley said. "Turn on the web chat."

  "My laptop is in the bedroom."

  His voice took on a darker tone, and it started to sound breathier. "I can wait. Call me on the chat when you get upstairs."

  "Okay."

  He had something planned; I could tell from the way he sounded. I ran up the steps and briskly walked to the bedroom.

  ***

  When he answered the video call, I knew the more aggressive side of him had taken over. No longer was Riley in his usual sweet and sensitive mood.

  He didn't look as amazing as he did in person, but he was still a damn fine piece of art, pixelated or not. His steely, green eyes stared at me through the screen. I longed to touch him and feel his skin on mine, even more now that I could see him. Why did the trip to Paris have to be so long?

  "I want to see all of you," he said. "Take off your clothes."

  I hesitated. What if he took a snapshot and blackmailed me with it? And then I mocked myself with inner ridicule. What could he possibly need from me to warrant blackmail? Money? Definitely not. "Should I?" I replied, raising a brow. I tried to play coy, but I knew that in a few minutes, I'd be lying on the bed with my legs spread out, eager to let him see all of me. The thought made me wet.

  "I'd spank you right now if I could, Scarlet. We'll have to save that for later. Don't test me."

  My pussy clenched tighter at the notion of another spanking. I'd be disobedient when they were away, and when they came back, they'd give me all sorts of wonderful 'punishments'.

  "Why don't you take off your shirt, sir? It's not fair if I have to do it alone."

  He growled at my defiance. "Do what I say, or you'll hate it when the Paris trip ends."

  Oh, I'd like it; I'd love it a lot. Getting tired of teasing him, I smiled and unbuttoned my shirt.

  "Do it slowly. You're touching yourself as a show for me. Let me enjoy it." His hungry eyes scanned over the sight of my lusty behavior.

  I obeyed and took off my shirt slowly, starting to feel like a dirty stripper—it was a good feeling. All I could think about was how much better it'd be if Riley was here in person to fuck me himself. Once my shirt came off, I wandered my hands to my breasts, giving them a light squeeze before moving them to the back to unclasp my bra.

  He took in a sharp breath as my bra slipped off my shoulders to reveal my already-hardened nipples.

  "Now, the skirt," he said.

  I lifted myself to my knees and turned around so my ass faced him. I leisurely reached around, took the back zipper in my fingers, and unzipped myself.

  I dragged my panties off and laid on my back, spreading my pussy wide open, so Riley had a full view of it. He let out a growl of approval.

  As my fingers danced their way down my stomach and to my wet folds, Riley said, "Stop. Don't touch yourself yet. There's a plug in the drawer of the side table to the left of you."

  A plug?

  I searched the drawer for whatever he was referring to until I came across a pink, phallic object. A butt plug. My insides coiled as I thought about what he was about to ask me to do.

  "Stick it up your ass," he ordered, a sly smirk spreading across his cheek.

  The object was medium-sized, with the girth of the twins' cocks. "I don't know..."

  "Do it."

  I opened my legs again and reluctantly pushed the thing in, following his instructions. I didn't have to. I could've dropped it back into the drawer and ended the call. But I didn't want to. I wanted Riley to have control of me, to dictate my every action. Thinking about it made my walls throb harder with need.

  I moaned as the plug slipped into my crevice. I stared at Riley and imagined it was his cock that had entered me.

  "You can touch yourself now."

  I shoved my middle finger into my slit unceremoniously and began to massage my insides.

  "Use two fingers."

  My index finger went in as soon as he asked for it. I arched my back to the pleasure and moved my hips into my digits. The plug and my fingers weren't enough to bring me satisfaction. I needed to have the cocks of the twins buried into me, both fucking me in tandem.

  Riley watched as I pleasured myself in heat. "Good. Fuck yourself."

  Having Riley there, his eyes exploring the way I rutted, made the experience more pleasurable by tenfold.

  "I need to come, Riley, please," I said, tears brimming in my eyes.

  "No, not yet."

  I strained myself, trying to hold it in as it threatened to burst through. "I can't."

  "Not yet."

  I threw my head back and cried out in pleasure as my climax hit me. Both my walls pulsed as my body shuddered. I bucked toward the bed. My cries soon lowered into a mere whimper, my mind still in a dizzy whirl.

  It hadn't been enough.

  His mouth had set into a grim line. "You didn't do as I said."

  I lowered my head in shame, although not knowing what exactly I should've been ashamed about. I was a grown woman. I could come anytime and anywhere I wanted to, as long as I didn't offend the public. "I'm sorry." I might've been getting too used to the submissive lifestyle the twins had offered me.

  "There will be repercussions, Scarlet. When I get back."

  Riley had barely moved since the video chat started. Intrigued, I asked, "Didn't you masturbate?" Probably not the wisest thing to say after disappointing Riley, but the after-effects of coming were still reeling around my head, making me bolder than usual.

  "I'm not going to do anything until I get back. I want to fuck every last inch out of you."

  And suddenly, my pussy was wet again for another go. But I intended to wait for them to get back. My hand was simply not enough, even with a pink butt plug stuck up my ass. Speaking of which, it was still snuggled deep in my asshole. I reached down to pull it out.

  "Don't. I don't want you do take it out," Riley said. "Leave it in there until we get back."

  My lower jaw nearly dislocated itself from my skull. "Are you fucking kidding me? How the hell am I supposed to go to work like this?"

  An evil grin split his face. "You'll have to deal with it."

  Like hell I was. Playing around with the twins entertained me, but there had to be a line drawn between my personal life and work life. Feeling rebellious and a little ticked off, I pulled the object out from my behind and threw it onto the bed. "There has to be a limit to things."

  The grin slipped away. "There is, but I decide what it is. I'd have my hand on your ass right now if I were there, and you'll be sorry you ever dared go against my orders."

  "I'll handle whatever you throw my way."

  "I doubt so—"

  I shut the laptop mid-sentence, not giving him enough time to finish. It wasn't difficult to imagine him getting mad.

  There would be hell to pay in two days. And I couldn't wait for it.

  Meet us at the airport at five. It had been a quick text. Curt and to the point, without any extra fluff or flowery words. I couldn't figure out whether that was the way they normally texted people, or whether Riley had gotten too pissed off to type more.

  Tyrone dropped me off at the airport, right in front of where the plane was supposed to land. Rich people sure had it convenient.

  I stood wide-eyed and on my tiptoes as I waited. It felt like forever since I touched them. I acted like a teenage girl who had recently hooked up with her crush. It had been so long since I ran my fingers through their silky hair and had them breathe against my neck.

  But I didn't think they'd let me have any of that sweet, cuddly stuff tonight. Not after the stunt I pulled with Riley.

  My pulse quickened when they finally arrived. The plane's wheels touched the ground. It circled around the runway before pulling into the stop. My heart thumped so hard, I thought it would fall out of my chest. The door opened steadily, and my twins were standing there, looking perfect and almost inhumanly sexy in their trim suits.

  I had to stop myself from running to them and throwing myself into their arms. I didn't know why my emotions swirled around in such a sporadic manner when I saw them; they had only been gone for four days. All I knew was my twins had returned, and I wanted them all to myself. It was strange how possessive I got over them—ever since their mother forced my confession out, it had never been the same.

  I strutted up to them, hoping for them to greet me intimately and passionately—they wouldn't, because others were looking, but a girl could hope.

  "Hi," I said, smiling at them. "Welcome back."

  "Glad to be back," Ryan replied. His smile hadn't reached his eyes.

  Riley acknowledged me with a light nod, but he didn't say a word.

  A sharp pang crept toward my chest. They could've been more excited to see me. They didn't have to embrace me in their arms and plant a kiss on my mouth, but something more would've been nice. Did their feelings for me change after the trip? Did they suddenly decide I couldn't be a good partner, or got bored?

  I followed them into Tyrone's car, trying to think up things to say.

  I rested my hand onto Ryan's wrist. Maybe some physical contact would open them up. "How was your trip to Paris?"

  It was the wrong question to ask. They both glowered at me.

  Ryan shook his head. "Not very good. The director of TTA International decided to pull out at the last minute. Negotiations failed, and we won't be able to carry on with the new projects smoothly."

  I pressed my knees together and bowed my head. "Oh, sorry to hear about that."

  "We'll get them. I'm scheduling another conference for next month, but this time, they're coming to us."

  "Everything is still good then?" I pulled the corners of my lips up wryly.

  Riley snorted. "Not nearly. We'll have to push back our schedule and negotiate new terms with the other companies involved."

  "Oh."

  Conversation ended at that point.

  What else was I to say? They were obviously in terrible moods. I could almost feel the heat of anger crackling underneath their skins. I wasn't about to start a fire.

  They were required to get logistics, like their passports, settled. After that, we entered the car, and Tyrone drove us home.

  Uncomfortable silence permeated the commute back home. Even when pissed out of their minds, the twins didn't stop looking like handsome embodiments of sexiness. Actually, them being mad might've made them more enticing. Their hair was uncombed and tousled because of their long flight, and their lips were just as inviting as ever.

  I crossed my legs and adjusted myself on my seat. Wetness had already seeped between my thighs. Wicked images began to dance through my mind.

  When we reached the doorstep of their mansion, Riley and Ryan got out as soon as they could. I wondered why they needed to rush. I stepped out of the car, not certain what they planned to have in store tonight. Maybe the trip tired them out, and they wanted to rest for the night. I only wished they would let me join them and cuddle in their bed. If they weren't willing to have sex, a mere cuddle would suffice.

  I hated the desperate and needy side of me. That was what love did.

  If all love had in store for me was heartbreak, I didn't want any of it. When Damien and I broke up, there hadn't been any feelings left. Seeing him sleep with another girl hurt me, not because of love, but because the mere act itself made me feel incompetent and betrayed.

  But the twins acting like this cut into my heart like a blunt knife, painstakingly slowly, making sure I suffered every inch of the way.

  Exhausted from the ride, I dragged myself out of the vehicle. I hadn't moved two steps when Ryan picked me up and cradled my frame in his arms.

  "I want to fuck you so bad," he said.

  Happiness pooled around me so much that tears escaped from the corner of my eyes. That was the first time anybody had made me happy after cursing at me. But I knew he wanted me, and that was enough.

  I laughed and hugged his neck. I stretched my neck out to kiss him, and he kissed me back hungrily.

  He padded to the naughty room, his pace quick and impatient. Riley keyed in the numbers, and soon, I found myself within the red walls.

  They settled me onto the bed. Their hands were tearing at my clothes before they said anything. My shirt snapped open, popping the buttons off. Riley took off my skirt hastily, nearly dragging me off the bed with it. They'd never been so rough before, so animalistic. My breasts became more sensitive as their actions turned me on.

  I panted hard, not able to keep up with their pace. "Ryan, Riley, slow down—"

  Ryan enclosed my lips with his, shoving his tongue in and silencing me.

  For a moment, I felt the loss of Riley's touch. When Ryan had released my mouth, I opened my eyes to see Riley behind him, holding a bundle of red ropes. He tugged at part of it, pulling it taut.

  He smirked. "This is the start of your punishment."

  I swallowed my saliva. The intensity of his gaze bore into my skin. A glint of amusement sparkled in his eyes.

  "Stand up," he ordered.

 

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