4. Nights of Sins
1565 Words
ASHELENE
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, warm golden light spilling across the marble. Neon stepped in first, still carrying the little cake box like it was something precious. Rhett’s hand brushed the small of my back as he guided me in after him.
The doors closed, and my heart started racing. The three of us... in the enclosed space made me even more awae of them than I already was.
Neon leaned against the glistening metal wall, watching me with those dark, hungry eyes that didn’t match the gentle smile tugging at his mouth. “You okay, birthday girl?”
His voice was softer now. Less teasing. Almost tender.
I nodded, suddenly breathless. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”
Rhett came up behind me, his chest brushing my back as he reached around to hit the button for my floor. His breath warmed the side of my neck.
“You can tell us to slow down, if that is what you want,” Rhett murmured. “We’ll follow your pace. Or if you have changed your mind..." He groaned, like it pained him to say so. "You can tell it too. It is whatever you want."
My heart tugged. The tenderness, the consideration... I hadn't met men like him in a while.
His hand settled on my hip. Warm and grounding.
“I don’t want slow,” I whispered, moving into him without thinking, my ass rubbing against his co.ck. "I don't want to stop. I started this, and I know exactly what I want."
Neon’s smile deepened as he moved closer. “Good. Because you are making it very, very hard to behave. And I would cry myself to sleep if you said no now.”
Neon’s body pinned mine lightly, his palms braced on either side of my head. His breath ghosted over my lips, warm and sinful.
Rhett stood behind me, chest brushing my spine, heat radiating through my thin blouse like a second skin.
“f*****g hell,” Rhett muttered under his breath, voice almost a growl. “I can still smell your arousal. Stronger now.”
I swallowed hard. “That’s… unfortunate.”
Neon smirked, violet eyes dripping wicked promise. “Tthat’s the opposite of unfortunate.”
Rhett’s hand slid to my hip, fingers curving with possessive certainty. “Lift your chin.”
I obeyed before my brain caught up. His fingers skimmed my throat briefly, tenderly.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and my pus.sy clenched in response.
"You love it, don't you?" Mei howled. She loved it just as much.
Neon’s lips nearly brushed mine. “You liked that.”
“No—” I began, but the denial dissolved like sugar in heat.
Neon chuckled. “She loved it. Didn’t you, birthday girl?”
“Maybe,” I whispered.
His voice dropped to a velvet murmur. “Let me hear the rules then.”
“Rules?” My voice came out breathless.
Rhett turned my hips toward him slightly, his breath hot near my ear. “We don’t touch you until you say you want it. You say stop, we stop. You say slower, we listen.” He nipped the air near my neck. “Say more, and I will give you more."
Neon traced a fingertip down my jaw. “We don’t take you past what you can handle. We don’t hurt you. We don’t push anything you don’t ask for.”
“And in return,” Rhett continued, “we get to ruin you a little.”
My legs nearly buckled.
“Your turn.” Neon’s voice softened, strangely gentle. “Tell us yours.”
Rules. Do I need rules?
“I don’t like surprises.” I exhaled shakily. “And I don’t want to feel helpless.”
“You won’t,” Rhett said instantly. “Not with us.”
Neon leaned forward and kissed the edge of my mouth, barely there, barely real. “Anything else?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want both of you touching me.”
Rhett inhaled sharply.
Neon grinned like I had just given him the moon.
The elevator dinged softly as it reached their floor.
Neon’s voice brushed my ear, warm and electric.
“We’ll give you everything you want… and everything you didn’t know you needed.”
He stepped closer, lifting my chin with two fingers. But instead of kissing me, he kissed my forehead—soft, reverent, almost sweet enough to break me.
“Happy birthday,” Neon whispered. "Ash."
Rhett pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder at the same time, lips brushing the strap of my dress.
“Happy birthday,” he echoed, voice low and rough. "And this will be the birthday you will never forget." He was slowly softening, and I could feel it in his voice, in his little, teasing touches, in the way his body had finally relaxed.
My chest tightened. Not with lust—though there was plenty of that—but with something warmer. Unexpected. Dangerous.
The elevator dinged.
And Neon’s smirk snapped back into place.
“Time for cake.”
***
We walked toward my room. They followed me on both sides. I opened the door, and Neon closed the door behind us with his foot, then set the cake box on the desk like it was an offering.
“This feels a little lonely,” Neon said softly, looking around my room—warm lights, soft blankets, a window view of the city glittering outside. I had been living here for a while, but it lacked personal touch. I preferred it that way.
Neon opened the box, and the scent of chocolate and raspberries filled the room. A single candle stood in the center, and he lit it carefully. “Close your eyes and make a wish.""
I swallowed. My throat burned suddenly, stupidly.
“I don’t really do birthdays,” I said. “I don't... like them."
Rhett stepped closer. “Why?”
I shrugged, looking anywhere but at them. "I was always alone in my birthdays," I said. When I was younger, my birthday was a grand affair. The king and queen loved their princess so much that they gave her everything. Once I grew up, the balls, the parties... they had all become too much. I asked my parents to stop, and they did. They loved me enough to let me have the choice.
The room went silent.
Then Neon cupped my cheek with warm fingers, turning me gently toward him.
“Well,” he whispered, “you’re not alone tonight.”
He kissed me as Rhett’s hand slid down my spine, slow and protective.
“Blow out your candle,” Rhett murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “We’ve got you.”
I closed my eyes and blew out the candle. The candle flickered out.
Neon exhaled like I’d done something devastating to him.
“Bonne fille…” he whispered, voice darkening. “Now it’s our turn.”
He picked up a bit of cake with his fingers and held it to my lips.
“Taste.”
I parted my mouth, my breath hitching. I tasted the chocolate first, moaninng as it coated my tongue.
"Delicious," I breathed.
Rhett groaned behind me. “f**k, the way you eat the cake is... unfair.”
Neon’s fingers were still against my lips when he leaned in, catching the smear of chocolate from the corner of my mouth with his tongue. The satisfied sound he made sent heat straight between my thighs.
Rhett’s hands came around my waist, pulling me back against him.His body was hot. Hard. Entirely unashamed.
“You sound like sin,” Rhett growled. "And I want to lick every inch of you."
Neon crowded closer from the front, caging me between them. And then he kissed me—deep, hungry, slow at first but building fast. His tongue teased mine, tasting the cake, tasting me. His hand slid into my hair, gripping just enough to make my knees weaken.
Rhett’s mouth found the back of my neck, the curve of my shoulder, dragging heat across my skin. His fingers traced the hem of my dress, teasing my thigh. “Tell us what you want,” he whispered against my throat.
“I want—” But the words died when Neon’s thigh slid between mine.
He pressed harder, making me gasp. Rhett groaned behind me like he felt it through me.
Neon’s hand slipped to my waist. “Use me,” he said. “Grind on me if you want. This night is yours.”
My breath hitched as heat pulsed hard and fast low in my body.
Rhett’s fingers brushed the inside of my thigh. “Let us take care of you,” he murmured. “Let us ruin you a little.”
Neon smirked, lips brushing mine again. "Or a lot.”
My whole body tightened at their touch, begging for more. I was already fully aroused, and we hadn't even really started.
Then Rhett lifted me, just enough for my back to arch. Neon grabbed my thighs, guiding them around his waist, pressing me against the wall.
“Tell me,” Neon whispered into my mouth, breath hot. “What do you want us to do to you first, birthday girl?”
"I don't know. Everything..."
"Everything it is..."
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