CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
NADIA
I had just stepped out of the bathroom, still dripping wet from the shower, when my phone started ringing. Oh, how my heart skipped a beat! I thought it might be the stranger I was supposed to go on a date with tonight. With a mix of excitement and anticipation, I hastily made my way towards my ringing phone, not even stopping to put on any clothes. I mean, who needs clothes when you’re about to have a romantic conversation, right?
But let me tell you, my excitement was instantly crushed when I saw that it was Phil calling.
Angry and frustrated, I debated whether to answer or just ignore the call altogether. I mean, let him feel the sting of my anger, right? But no, he was persistent and kept on calling. Like, seriously dude? Fine, I reluctantly picked up the call, my voice seething with anger. “What do you want!?” I practically screamed, possibly causing a small earthquake in my room.
Phil, sounding surprised, asked me if I was upset with him. “Did I do anything wrong, Nadia?”
Seriously? Of course, I was upset with him! But instead of answering his question, I demanded to know why he had called me. “You are the captain; you should be busy with something more important,” I added.
My curiosity was instantly piqued as he explained that the stranger I was supposed to go on a date with had called him and canceled our plans. “That’s why I called,” he added.
Can you believe it? This guy claimed he was too busy to be with me. Ugh, talk about a major disappointment.
Unable to contain my frustration any longer, I abruptly ended the call, switched off my phone, and angrily tossed it onto my disheveled bed. I cursed my rotten luck, feeling like the world was conspiring against me. I mean, seriously, what a way to ruin an otherwise potentially great day.
I walked to my vanity table and sat down as I wallowed in self-pity. It was already a really sad day and I was feeling so down. I stood and walked to my floor-length mirror. I dropped my towel to the ground and stared at my body.
It was perfect, with full bouncy boobs and well-rounded curves. There was my soft but cute belly fold that highlighted the thickness of my waist.
I wondered why I was so undesirable. The twins had me in a chokehold of depression and a long winding sequence of sexual starvation. They would lead me on and leave me hanging.
I trailed my hands over my breast and down my stomach, but I felt nothing, nothing like how their hands on my body usually made me feel. I turned away from the mirror and caught my face in my hands. I felt the rush of tears as I realized that they had ruined me, my enemies.
They were the two most hated people for me on the planet and yet I wanted them.
I heard a light knock on the door and turned towards it, swiping my tears away quickly. I wondered who it was, standing there, knocking. As I turned to reach for my towel on the floor, the door to my bedroom opened and the surprise at the threshold left me speechless with my mouth wide open.
“Nadia,” Sandro said to me the moment he stepped into the room. I stood to my feet quickly, my hands wrapping the towel around my body so quickly that I almost thought that I could edition for a role in The Flash.
“There she is,” Alex said as he stepped out from behind his brother. We stood, the three of us staring at each other at that moment.
“What is going on? What are both of you here for?” I asked them as I panicked.
“You,” Sandro said as he took a step closer to me. My breath hitched in my throat when Alex shut the door behind him and leaned against the heavy steel door. His gaze on me was heavy with intent and my body burned from the intensity of it.
“What you-” His quick stride towards me made the words lost inside of my throat and I stood frozen like ice until he came up to me and grabbed my chin roughly with his hand. “I- I, y- you,” I tried to speak and failed woefully.
“Now be a good obedient girl and take off that tiny towel,” he said to me with an authoritative voice. I blinked as I looked up into his eyes, lost in the intensity of those emerald orbs. My body filled with that familiar warmth that made my pussy clench.
And yet, I hated it.
I hated that they had that kind of power over me. I hated that even though I hated them my body would always respond to them, to their commands. I hated that my nipples beaded at their gaze and my cunt juiced at their words. I hated every single thing and yet I had no control over any of it.
“Would the both of you ever leave me alone?” I whispered as the tears that I had swiped away earlier returned, streaming down my eyes in pained gushes. Sandro stepped closer to me, his hands going down to my neck. He gripped it firmly but not tightly.
“That depends on when we are satisfied with you,” he said to me in a thick hoarse voice that spelled how dark the desire that he held for me was.
“B- but,” I began before Alex came up to the both of us and interrupted me with a sly smile.
“Go easy on her Sandro. You do not want to scare her away,” he said as he gently slid his brother’s fingers away from my neck.
“I am not scaring her away to any fucking where,” his brother defended himself sharply. He turned to me and asked, “Am I?” I did not know if I should shake or nod my head at his question. I chose to do none of that.
“Yes you are,” Alex whispered as he tailed his hands down my cheeks in a soft tender caress that had the insides of my body going hot and melting into molten magma, the steaming liquid sipping out of my pussy. “Is he not?” He asked me.
“I- I, he did-” And just like that, I gave up on trying to answer to avoid looking like a fool to him.
“You frightened her Sandro,” he muttered again. “Look at her, she is crying,” he whispered as he glared at his brother in what I supposed was anger.
“I did not do that,” his brother defended as his hands put my ears behind my ears and continued to draw pathways on my face. I wondered why I was so tongue-tied when the real reason was standing right in front of me with emerald eyes that shone with something soft and soothing, yet dangerous. His trailing fingers stopped and his thumb flicked away the residue of my tears quite tenderly while I continued to boil like water in an electric kettle.
“The only time that you are allowed to cry little one is when you are on the bed and being pleasured beyond words. That is the exact kind of tears that I can tolerate and I am going to create them now,” he said to me.
I should have known from how he was being sweet. I should have known from how he was speaking. I should have known from how he had leaned in that there was something up. I should have known that this was going to eventually happen.
He kissed me and I instantly fell apart in his arms.