Lilith pov
Six minutes.
That was all the time I had left to make these two men c*m.
To win.
To get anything I wanted.
And goddess, it felt almost impossible. Claude was easy to push over the edge, but these two… they were nothing like him.
Silas was emotionless, calm, unreadable, barely reacting to anything while Lucien, he was cold, sharp, steady, strong, and so dangerous, he could kill just based on his mood.
Between the two of them, who should I go for first?
Who would break faster?
Who would c*m first?
The answer was simple.
Neither.
Panting, Claude’s c*m was still warm at the corner of my mouth, my p***y ached so sharply it throbbed against my panties, it begged, it screamed for attention.
Still, I forced the heat back and reached out with trembling hands, grabbing both L
