Aria's POV
The house was quiet that night. Too quiet. My mother was still away with her cousin, and instead of relief, what I felt was hunger—raw, dangerous hunger. The kind that made me wish she'd stay gone longer, so I could keep drowning in the forbidden heat pressing against me every single day.
Tony's face flickered through my mind, but instead of comfort, it made me ache. He had never made me feel like this—never made my nipples harden with just a look, never made my clit throb just from the sound of footsteps in the hallway. Richard and Caleb had ruined me. I was soaked just thinking about them. I knew it was wrong, but God, it was the only thing I wanted.
I was sprawled on my bed, hugging the pillow, when the door creaked open. My breath caught. First Richard stepped in, his presence heavy, commanding. Then Caleb, his eyes sharp, dark, filled with something between rage and desire. The air snapped around me, thick, suffocating.
My voice broke into a whisper. "Wh-what are you doing?"
Richard closed the door behind them, slow and deliberate. "No more running," he said, his voice low, unshakable. "You're ours, Aria. You've always wanted both of us."
Caleb's jaw tightened, his eyes drinking me in as I sat trembling on the edge of the bed. "Admit it," he growled, stepping closer until I could feel the heat rolling off him. "Admit that you've been dripping for us. That you're aching to be filled."
Tears stung my eyes, but they weren't from shame—they were from how badly my body screamed yes. My chest heaved, nipples stiff under the thin nightgown, clit pounding like a heartbeat. "I… I can't—"
"You can," Richard cut me off, his hand sliding beneath my chin, tilting my face up to him. His eyes bored into mine, and something inside me shattered.
"Yes," I whispered, my voice shaking, body burning. "I want you both. I want everything… even if it's wrong."
Richard's lips curved in satisfaction. "Then undress. Now."
My fingers trembled as I obeyed, peeling the fabric from my skin. My breasts spilled free, nipples aching, flushed, begging to be touched. My thighs parted instinctively, my slick glistening in the low light, every nerve exposed to their hungry stares.
Caleb's smirk twisted into something darker as he stepped forward, stroking his cock slowly, deliberately, before brushing it across my lips. "Open your mouth," he taunted. "Taste what you've been craving."
My lips parted without hesitation, and the thick weight of him pressed inside, stretching me, filling my mouth with his salty heat. A muffled moan tore from my throat as he pushed deeper, making my eyes water, making my clit pulse like it would explode.
Behind me, Richard's hands gripped my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed. I gasped around Caleb's cock when Richard's thick length slid inside me from behind, slow and punishing, filling me to the core. The sound of my own wetness echoed through the room, obscene and shameless.
I was trapped—mouth stuffed, pussy stretched, moaning and crying against the overwhelming assault. My body shook, nipples scraping against Caleb's stomach as Richard drove into me harder. Each thrust pushed me deeper onto Caleb's cock, my throat gagging, my body begging for more. My moans were muffled, but they grew louder, wetter, needier, until I could barely breathe.
"Look at her," Richard growled, his pace brutal. "Taking us both. So fucking desperate."
Caleb hissed through his teeth, gripping my hair, guiding my head as I gagged and drooled around him. "You like this, don't you? You filthy little slut—stuffed full and still begging."
My body betrayed me, clenching around Richard, soaking his cock, my clit throbbing uncontrollably. I tried to shake my head, tried to deny it, but all that came out were muffled moans, tears streaming as pleasure tore me apart. I was drowning in it, consumed, completely theirs.
The heat built until it snapped violently—I screamed against Caleb's cock as I came, pussy convulsing, juices spilling down my thighs, soaking Richard's length. But they didn't stop. Richard's thrusts grew harder, Caleb shoved deeper, forcing me to take everything, pushing me further than I'd ever gone.
My body broke and melted at once. My throat was raw, my pussy overstimulated, my skin slick with sweat. And still, I wanted more. Needed more.
When they finally slowed, I collapsed forward, trembling, ruined. My lips brushed Caleb's cock as he pulled free, my pussy twitching around Richard's thickness until he finally withdrew. I could barely breathe, barely move, but I forced the words out, hoarse and broken.
"I… I belong to you both."
Richard's hand stroked my hair gently, almost tender. Caleb smirked down at me, possessive and hungry. And deep inside, I knew it was the truth—I didn't care about Tony, or guilt, or shame. I was addicted. And I wasn't choosing anymore. I was theirs.