The room was heavy with heat, the lingering warmth of their bodies filling the air. My heart still raced, my cheeks burning from the sight I had just witnessed—Alex and Julian, their lips pressed together in an intimacy I wasn’t prepared for. My hands clutched the edge of the bed, my fingers trembling. My mind was a chaotic swirl of disbelief and humiliation.
Julian broke the kiss first, his chest heaving, lips glistening, and stepped toward me, eyes sharp, calculating. “Did you see that?” His voice was low, teasing, yet edged with command. “Do you see how capable we are?”
I swallowed hard, heat flooding my face. I wanted to look away, to escape the intensity radiating from him, but something rooted me in place. Julian’s gaze shifted briefly to Alex. I noticed the way his sharp eyes softened, then hardened, an almost imperceptible flicker.
(Julian knew Alex. He had known him since childhood. And now he understood something else—Alex’s glances toward Ellias had not gone unnoticed.)
Julian’s voice drew me back. “Do you like him?” His question wasn’t for me—it was aimed at Alex, teasing, probing. My chest tightened at the way he spoke, his tone carrying challenge and ownership all at once. Alex didn’t answer. He stood there, silent, cold, eyes flickering only toward me, unreadable. My heart thudded painfully; I wanted him to say something, to stop Julian, to protect me—but he didn’t.
Julian smirked, clearly pleased at Alex’s restraint, then stepped even closer. “Kiss him,” he commanded, pointing to me. My body froze. My throat went dry. I didn’t know what to do. Alex still didn’t move. My mind screamed, and my heart begged me to resist, but Julian’s next words left me no choice.
“If you don’t…” he whispered, leaning in close, “…then I do.”
Before I could react, Julian’s lips were on mine. The kiss was sharp, demanding, relentless. My hands went to his chest, trembling as his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. My mind was blank. Humiliation, fear, and a strange, overwhelming heat coursed through me. I wanted to push away, but my body betrayed me, arching slightly toward him despite everything.
Alex’s presence was quieter, more controlled. He placed his hands gently on my arms, guiding me, steadying me, but never breaking the raw intensity of Julian’s assault. Julian’s kisses shifted down my neck, leaving wet, heated trails, while Alex’s lips brushed against my shoulders, slow, deliberate, grounding me, teasing me in a gentler way.
I gasped, trembling under their combined attention. Julian’s hands roamed boldly, exploring, asserting, while Alex’s touches were commanding in their own right, directing my reactions, making me gasp and shiver in response. The two of them together—the force and fire of Julian, the calculated dominance of Alex—overwhelmed every nerve in my body.
At one point, Julian pulled back just enough to smirk down at me, his eyes glinting. “Do you like that?” he asked, a dangerous lilt in his voice. I couldn’t answer. My cheeks burned, my chest heaving. I could only nod slightly, heat coursing through me like fire.
Then Julian leaned in again, taking my lips with force and bite, while Alex pressed close, lips brushing my neck, fingers firm on my arms. I trembled, dizzy with sensations I had never experienced. My first kiss, my first intimate touches, all at once, and both of them taking control, testing me, teasing me, claiming me in different ways.
The night blurred into a chaotic dance of heat, dominance, and longing. Julian’s teeth grazed my skin, his hands pulling and exploring, while Alex’s guidance was steady, deliberate, commanding—but not cruel. I was caught between them, trembling, flushed, overwhelmed, and entirely at their mercy.
Hours passed like minutes. Every touch, every kiss, every heated brush of skin left me dizzy and breathless. Julian’s possessiveness, Alex’s control, and my own helplessness created a tension I had never known. By the end, I lay between them, sweat dampening my hair, my body trembling, mind spinning. They had claimed me in ways I couldn’t have imagined, and yet… I didn’t hate it.
I realized something then: my place was no longer just as a servant in this house. I was theirs—entangled, overwhelmed, and utterly bound to the intense, chaotic, intoxicating power they held over me.
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