Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Gigi:

He was making such loud smacking noises, leaving wet smooches across my breasts whenever he pulled his mouth away.

Then he lifted his head and moved to my other breast, reaching for the center of my dress and tearing the fabric apart.

His hands moved beneath my breasts, lifting them and drawing them closer together.

I watched him stare at them hungrily.

It felt so taboo.

So good.

He pushed both my nipples together, then stuck out his tongue and licked across them before trying to draw both into his mouth.

But that was when his eyes lifted to mine, and he immediately stopped.

He pulled away from me so abruptly that he nearly fell off the bed.

I quickly grabbed a pillow and pressed it over my chest, staring at him in shock.

”What just happened?” he asked, touching the back of his head in confusion.

”I don’t know,” I replied, hugging the pillow. ”You just started licking me and kissing me.”

I tried to act as though I had no idea what had happened, as though I hadn’t participated at all.

The thing was, he was supposed to act as if I were single. It didn’t matter whether he liked someone or whether Ragnar liked me.

This was exactly what the sacrifice was doing.

When they were alone with me, all those restrictions disappeared from their minds.

That was why he had done all of that.

Which meant that if Ragnar and Verity weren’t in the picture, this was what he would have wanted to do to me.

But somehow, he had stopped himself once our eyes met, possibly because that moment of recognition broke whatever had taken over him.

Then I heard a voice.

It was my brother fucking yelling from the living room.

He had broken Theodore’s focus.

”Where is my drink?” Oliver screamed.

I secretly scrunched my face while Theodore turned toward the door, then looked back at me.

He rushed over and locked the door so Oliver couldn’t come inside and find us like that.

I got off the bed and hurried into the bathroom.

Once inside, I nearly punched the wall.

It had been so much fun.

I was so wet between my legs.

I pulled on a sweater.

By the time I walked back out, Theodore was gone.

”What was that about? He just bolted out.”

Oliver came into my room, clearly unaware that Theodore had been in my bedroom just moments earlier.

”Yeah, he was trying to fix the curtains in my room. Why? Did he hurt himself and leave?” I asked, trying to sound innocent.

”I don’t know. Fuck them. They’re here because of the investigation. I fucking hate them,” he grunted, shaking his head.

”Okay, I’ll talk to you later. I’m not feeling well,” I said, reaching for him, turning him around, and practically pushing him out of my room.

”Hey, I need to talk to you,” he complained as I shut the door.

Then I climbed onto the bed and pulled a dildo from one of the drawers.

It was pink and very large.

I pressed the button, and it began to vibrate and rotate.

Then I spread my legs and slowly inserted it inside myself, imagining it was Theodore.

One hand gripped the pillow behind my head as my body moved with the rhythm.

Every time I pushed the dildo deeper, I gasped, my body growing hotter.

I moaned and squirmed against the bed, missing Theodore’s touch.

I really screwed myself over.

I pulled it out and threw it aside.

”That’s not gonna cut it,” I hissed, reluctantly admitting that it was nothing like the kind of fun I had in my little encounter with Theodore.

After taking a shower and changing into a black dress, I decided to go outside and see why the fuck my brother had decided to bother us at this time of night.

I walked out in a seriously pissed-off mood and found Oliver sitting on the couch, watching TV at full volume.

”What?” he asked, doing a double take. Then he turned off the TV and set the remote down.

”Do you have any idea what your boyfriend is doing behind your back?” he snapped before I could say anything.

All the anger and the speech I’d prepared in my head about setting healthy boundaries and telling Oliver he couldn’t come over whenever the fuck he wanted just disappeared.

”What do you mean by that? What is he doing behind my back?” I asked, immediately concerned.

”Well, your boyfriend had Verity’s phone with him. Do you want to ask him why he had her phone? Because it certainly can’t be for the investigation. It’s a new phone, and I know for a fact her new number is on it.”

Oliver was saying things that were giving me the wrong idea.

At first, when he asked what Verity’s phone was doing with Ragnar, I immediately thought they were working on the investigation together. But Oliver cleared that up almost instantly.

”And you know what?” he added.

”What?” I asked, as if there were somehow one more thing he needed to say to ruin my mood.

”Your boyfriend was texting me, pretending to be Verity,” he finished, hissing the words as his fists clenched.

I stood behind the couch, staring at his face.

Then my knees gave out, and I crumbled to the floor with a thud.

I don’t know what happened. I just couldn’t stay on my feet when all those questions started hitting me at once.

”Gigi, are you okay?”

Oliver rushed around the couch, slid his hands under my arms, and pulled me up before guiding me to the couch and sitting me down.

”Why? Why would he do that? It’s not like they’re close enough to plan something together,” I said, my breathing quickening at the mere thought of Ragnar doing something behind my back to my brother with Verity, my worst enemy’s sister.

”I have a hunch,” Oliver muttered so quietly that I could barely hear him.

Still, my head tilted toward him.

”I think he’s sleeping with her.”

He said the words without seeming to care how they would make me feel.

My entire life started flashing before my eyes.