When I turned away, I spotted Suzanne glaring at me from where she stood with Devlin, who likewise didn’t care much for what he had seen. I bestowed my most coquettish smile for them both before I headed straight for the spiral stairs that led to the second floor.
I didn’t stop until I reached one of the bathrooms, which featured a bubbling spa tub that overlooked the other side of Las Vegas. I opened my clutch for a tube of lipstick, which I took my time applying as I waited.
Suzanne arrived almost exactly three minutes later, shutting the door and locking it behind her. I watched her from the mirror. “You seem to be enjoying my party,” she murmured as she leaned against the door.
“Beautiful hotel. Beautiful music. Beautiful men. What’s not to enjoy?”
She smiled as she approached. “You’re not the first girl who thought she could play this game with me, Coralie. You definitely won’t be the last. I just hope you know that.”
I turned to face her. “You sure about that, Suzanne? Seems to me that your pawns are protecting a new queen now.”
She stopped a foot in front of me. “Haven’t you learned anything, dear? They always come back to me when I tug their chains.”
I stood. “You need to chain them?” I replied sweetly. “How sad for you. No matter what I do, I can’t seem to get rid of them. They keep coming back to me, over and over and over again, every chance they get. But then again, I’m not climbing over the hill at forty-five. Or a raging cunt.”
The ladylike façade slipped from her face. “You might want to be a little more careful about the company you keep or the enemies you make, ‘pussycat,’” she snarled. “Otherwise you might get drowned in a garbage bag like you deserve.”
My eyebrow arched. “Is the future First Lady of these United States threatening me?”
She glanced me over. “Please. You’re beneath me.”
Again I smiled. “Maybe, but that’s not why you hate me, Suzanne. You hate me because in about an hour I’ll be beneath them.” Her eyes narrowed as she caught my meaning. “Overture, bitch,” I added with a snap before I walked around her and straight for the door. I turned back at the last second. “By the way, you might want to keep those cameras rolling. It’ll give you something to watch with Rhys later.”
From the look on her face I knew my barb had landed two bulls’ eyes, with my knowledge of her shady security cameras and identifying her boy de jour. It took her a second to rebound with, “Or give me something to show PING later.”
I only laughed. “Broadcast it to the whole world, I don’t care. That publicity won’t harm me; it’ll just drive up profits even more. Everyone wants to be me, Youniquely Cabot made sure of that. Desirability, that’s the magic of our brand. What better advertising than our spokesperson landing two hot guys at one time? Sex sells, or so I heard.”
From the way she glared at me, I knew she realized how I had moved every single chess piece into place.
“But the one thing that sex doesn’t do is win elections, so you might be careful about what scandalous seeds you sow, particularly when you’re the one illegally recording people in your five-star hotel. A lot of people know your secrets, Suzanne. We’re just looking for one reason to spill them all.”
I slammed out of the bathroom and stalked back downstairs. I waited until she had joined us before I linked an arm in both Dev’s and Caz’s, and we walked out of her party together.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Despite the bravado that I displayed when I left the Crescendo suite, I was shaking like a leaf on a Chicago tree the minute Devlin opened up the door to the Overture suite. Like the Crescendo, it was decorated in black and red, with chrome accents and erotic abstract art on the walls. I could tell immediately this was Suzanne’s favorite playground of choice, complete with a killer view from the private balcony and the in-room bar. I knew she must have held many sexy parties here. Did people swing, still? Was that even a thing?
I felt vanilla as hell as my dates propelled me forward. I glanced around, spotting the second smoke alarm easily. I held my head high. I wasn’t about to show my nerves to that hateful bitch, especially when I had practically broadcasted my intent to slut it up in her very own hotel.
Devlin shut the door behind us while Caz walked straight to the bar. He pulled out his phone and plugged it into the sound system, so that the sexy music he liked would pulsate through the sitting room.
The bedroom was separate, elevated behind three marble steps, hidden away behind double doors. I shuddered a little before turning away from it. Devlin’s strong hand landed on the small of my back to guide me further into the room, near the circular sofa that faced a rather epic view. He sat me down before he swept the room for any audio recording equipment.
That he knew what to look for disturbed me more than I wanted to admit.
Caz brought me a drink before he curled up next to me on the sofa. “Smile pretty for the camera,” he said as he nodded towards the tissue box on the circular coffee table.
“Seriously?”
“She’s a stickler for recording her dirty deeds to watch later. Dev and I are convinced that’s how she got Harvey to marry her.”
Dev joined me on the other side of the sofa with a drink of his own. “She was working as a personal relations director here at the hotel around the time of his third costly divorce. His ex-wife accused him of sleeping with her younger sister, who just happened to be a burgeoning singer headlining at the hotel, so naturally they were working very closely together.”
I thought about his creepy comment at the party with a shiver. I had no doubt that part was true. “How old?”
“Eighteen,” Devlin supplied.
“Barely,” Caz corrected.
“Suzanne took over and the next thing you know, there’s video of the pop star leaked all over the Internet, showing her getting all kinds of freaky with a bunch of guys, which made Harvey’s alleged indiscretions seem like child’s play in comparison. The rumors fell apart and they were married about six months later.”
“She has video of Harvey and the girl,” I deduced and they both nodded.
“That’s the theory,” Dev nodded. “And Caz was right about the ‘barely,’ part. She originally started singing here when she was seventeen, which would make her underage.”
“Technically, the age of consent in Nevada is sixteen, but I’m thinking middle America still might have a problem with a guy fucking a girl who wasn’t even old enough to vote. Which would kill Harvey’s political aspirations,” Caz said before he ran his finger along my bare shoulder. “So you better make damned sure you can live with this video, pussycat.”
I took a deep breath. “She said as much to me when she cornered me in the bathroom. I told her that it didn’t matter if she leaked any sex tape with me in it, simply because desirability is what drives YC. I mentioned that maybe the scandal would backfire on her, considering she’s the one who has all the illegal surveillance equipment.”
Both men chuckled. “Masterful play, Coralie,” Dev murmured. “I’m impressed.”
I met his gaze. “I told you that you could trust me.”
“Yes, you did,” he agreed with a slight nod. He leaned forward. “Guess there’s nothing left to do but show her who the new queen is.”
I held my breath as his mouth descended towards mine. The minute those lips closed over my own, I knew I was a goner. I was still intoxicated from the liquor at the party, but I knew exactly what I was doing when I parted my lips under his and submitted to his kiss. They could both tell by the soft moan I emitted as I melted against the sofa.
Caz ran his hand up my arm and across my chest, to take my chin and turn me into his kiss. Devlin permitted it, though he kept his fingers in my hair, brushing against my scalp, a tantalizing tease that he could turn me back to him at any moment.
Caz, however, seemed quite reluctant to let me go. He used his prowess to explore my mouth shamelessly after all these many months of teasing. When the kiss
finally broke, I realized that Dev had his hand on the back of Caz’s head as well, orchestrating the hot kiss between us. He was in charge of both of us, and I knew it.
Both men began a double assault on either side of my neck, their hot breath against my ears, nibbling and licking where I was most sensitive, their movements mimicking the other’s almost exactly. I couldn’t help but wonder exactly how many times they had done this.
There was only one time I knew for certain, and it made me scowl to think of Suzanne in this very same spot between them. I turned back to Devlin, to kiss him hard, almost to punish him for all this bullshit. He responded by grasping my hair in his fingers with a commanding tug.
Caz slipped off of the sofa, pulling me instantly to my feet as he broke the kiss. The beat of his music pulsated all around me as he turned me to face him. “Let’s finish what we started,” he commanded as he placed his hands on either of my hips to guide me through yet another dance.
Before I could argue, Devlin stepped in behind me, pressing me into Caz. I felt both men grow hard against me. I moaned as my head tipped back onto Dev’s strong shoulder. He kissed my neck as he released the halter of my dress, releasing the material until it fell past my waist, baring me for the cameras, but for Caz as well.
Caz stared down at me. “Sweet mercy,” he murmured.
“And you wanted her to change them,” Dev said with a disapproving click of his tongue.
His strong fingers captured each full breast in both hands, brushing his thumbs across the painfully erect nipples. “Don’t listen to me,” he murmured as he squeezed them like a brand new toy. “I’m an idiot.”
“Taste them,” Dev commanded as he dragged his mouth along the curve of my neck.
Again I shuddered as Caz bent in front of me, to take one swaying breast into his mouth. I gasped out loud as he switched to the other. Dev turned me into a kiss the minute Caz latched on for real, holding me steady in his arms because I nearly swooned right to the floor. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured against my lips. “You are our new queen. Let us worship you.”
Because Caz was on his knees in front of me, he easily reached up under my full skirt, his hands hot as they blazed up the sides of my legs, not stopping until he hooked a finger on either side to ease down my soaked panties, which he expertly flung towards the fake smoke detector. Once both men realized it had caught, thereby obscuring the camera’s view, Dev used his foot to kick the tissue box to the other side of the table. Caz stood in front of me, awaiting Dev’s new orders… orders we didn’t have to obey for the cameras, but to fulfill our own seedy little desires alone.
But there, in that moment, as I was pinned between them, it was all I wanted to do. To get even with her. To get even with them.
To prove something to myself.
“Take off his shirt, Coralie,” Dev commanded in my ear.
This time I didn’t need to be tied to him to do what he requested. I pulled Caz’s tie free before I unbuttoned his dress shirt, one at a time, until I could push it from his strong shoulders. He stood before me beautifully bared and tattooed, the ultimate bad boy. “Taste him,” Dev instructed as he pushed my head forward, using my hair to guide me as I kissed my way across Caz’s smooth skin. I heard him sigh as I knelt lower, trailing my tongue across his tight abdomen, until I reached the waistband of his pants. My breath was hot against his straining erection, but he had yet to release himself.
I didn’t realize he was waiting for permission until Devlin gave it. “Take off your pants, Caz.”
As Caz unfastened his pants, Dev gently pushed me onto my knees beneath them.
“Caz has a gift for you, Coralie,” he murmured when Caz’s enormous cock sprang free. Dev wound his hand tighter into my hair as bent me in half and guided me towards it. I opened my mouth to obey his unspoken command, but Caz was much too big to take very far. His fingers cupping my chin, brushing against my face encouraged me to work with what I had, and that was exactly what I did, focusing on the swollen purple head until Caz’s head tipped back and he let out a long, satisfied groan.
“Suck it hard,” Dev instructed. “You may be on your knees but you show him who’s boss.”
I curled my fingers around the part of Caz’s shaft I couldn’t fit into my mouth, jacking him off slowly as he thrust into my face. “Goddamn, pussycat. You’re a bad girl after all. Suck it, baby. Suck my dick.”
Before I could think twice about how dirty and naughty we were, I felt Devlin kneel behind me. He lifted the skirt of my dress over my hips, baring me for him, bending me forward so that he could bury his face between my legs. The minute his tongue found my clit I gasped around Caz, who grabbed the hair that Devlin had released, to guide my motions like Dev had done. Because I could barely form a coherent thought as Devlin’s expert tongue swirled around and flicked over the most sensitive part of me, I let him. That magical tongue chased me all the way to the brink and left me hanging more than once, just to drive me so crazy with desire I would have done anything he asked.
He finally pulled me back, telling Caz, “Get rid of the cameras in the bedroom.”
Caz, who was equally crazed, simply nodded before he vaulted over the sofa and straight for the bedroom behind those closed doors. Dev used the opportunity to unzip my dress before he stood and lifted me right out of it. He turned me to face him. I was naked except for my shoes, and he was still fully clothed.
“Dev,” I started but he held a finger to my lips.
“Shhh,” he said. “No apologies. No permission. You take. You don’t ask. That’s the power of a master. That’s who you are now.” He curled me into his arms. “There’s just one thing left to decide. Whose cock do you want inside you, Coralie? Caz’s? Or mine?” He bent closer, his breath against my skin. “Or both?”
I shuddered hard. I didn’t know what he could possibly be suggesting, and he didn’t give me much time to think about it before he swept me up into those powerful arms and carried me to the room Caz had now prepared for us.
Caz lay on the bed, stroking himself as we entered the room. Dev kicked the door shut behind him with his foot. He deposited me on the bed, where I landed on my knees. Caz crawled up to face me as Devlin ripped away his shirt and tie and joined us, fitting himself behind me. He cupped both of my breasts with his hands, so Caz bent to enjoy the gift he was bestowing. Dev ground himself against me, the promise of that magical cock almost too much to bear. I whimpered as I pressed back against him.
“Time to decide, darlin,’” Dev drawled. “Who do you want to fuck you? First? Last? Always.”
If that was his grand scheme, he had succeeded beautifully. I had never wanted Devlin more than in that moment, even with another sexy guy in front of me. I ached for him, like he was a missing part of my very own body. “Dev,” I moaned.
He reached around me to push Caz back down on his ass, spread out and hard before me. “Suck his cock while I fuck you, Coralie,” he commanded, and there was little I could do to resist. At that moment I likely would have sold my soul to the devil to feel him inside me.
Caz seemed perfectly happy with this arrangement. He grasped my face in both hands and pushed me down towards his lap, where his massive erection waited. I heard Dev unzip out of his pants as I licked my way up Caz’s shaft. When I reached the top, Devlin grasped both hips in his hands. The minute I slid down on Caz, Dev plunged into me at last. I cried out against Caz, who likewise moaned as he pushed himself as far into my mouth as he could go.
I matched Devlin’s actions to the letter, which only drove Caz crazier underneath me. Likewise, Devlin grunted as he thrust into me, each one more powerful than the other. As intoxicated as I was, his passion was what sent me over the edge, making me feel higher than I’d ever been as he rode me like a man possessed.
I met each thrust as I serviced Caz. He was the first of us to reach the Promised Land, and Devlin pulled my head back, refusing his nemesis the victory of coming in my mouth. Caz rolled with it, finishing hims
elf off with his hand as he watched us fuck over him.
Devlin leaned me back against his body as his hand disappeared between my legs. The minute he touched the magic button, he nuzzled my ear. “You only have one master, Coralie,” he whispered against me, which made me wilt against him. “You belong to me, now and always. You know it. Caz knows it. Even Suzanne knows it.”
The mention of her name turned my stomach. I tried to pull away from him but he held me in place with his other hand. “You could have faked all this tonight. But you wanted this. You wanted us. You wanted me. Admit it.”
I nodded. He was right. This was all a farce we could have created like another one of his illusions. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to win. After everything they had cost me, I wanted to be worshipped and desired by these two sexy, frustrating men.
But most of all, I wanted him to take me, by whatever means necessary. “I wanted it,” I finally whispered.
“Good girl,” he whispered against me. “So good at being bad.” He sped up his fingers until I was bucking against him. Before he’d let me come, there was one last demand. “Tell me,” he growled against my ear.
“Your pussy,” I finally relented at last. “Sir.”
It was his turn to shudder against me as he pushed me forward, slamming into me, hitting that spot that only he could, until I was screaming underneath him. He let himself go with a ferocious primal yell, spilling himself into me.
With a start I realized that we hadn’t bothered with condoms. I wasn’t worried so much about pregnancy, since I had just had my period and I had learned enough about the reproductive system when I became baby obsessed the year before to know it was safe, particularly since I was back on birth control.
But it was exactly the wakeup call I needed that this could never, ever happen again.
Ever.
I had one night for the most lascivious fantasy of my life, but that would have to be it.
And hopefully, thanks to missing bedside clock and the towels that covered the mirror and the smoke detector, no one would ever have to know except me, and the two sweaty, panting men who sandwiched me between them.
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