Page 42 of Her Double Desire

Chapter 16

Veronica

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Weaving through thecrowd, he takes me up to the main level, his hand on the small of my back when we round a corner. The set of stairs tires me out, yet his touch encourages me on. I'm not sure where we're headed.

He opens an elaborate door for me. I recognize it a second too late—it's the place I saw Jared when he was splayed on a bed, masturbating.

Stepping inside, I see those same crimson blankets. The walls are gold and red, the shadows made darker by the shaded lamps.

Standing to one side is Jared.

“Sit,” he says to me, so I settle on the soft bed.

They share a quick glance, then Shawn peels off his jacket, draping it on a chair in the corner. They're not explaining anything. Maybe they think they don't have to; our bodies are attuned to each others, Iknowwhat they're planning. But I can't do anything without knowing why they aren't pissed at me.

“Wait,” I say, my voice fragile. “I don't understand. You both saw how I messed up with Oliver.”

“I saw, yes,” Jared replies.

“Then why are you pretending this is like any other night. I wrecked everything because I was too damn weak.”

He comes closer, leaning over me with a mysterious smile. “It takes strength to make a decision like yours. All that matters is you didn't force yourself to do something you'd regret.”

My heart swells, too big for my rib cage. The strain makes my tone jittery and weak. “I'm sorry.” It's all I can think to say.

“Don't be sorry.” He wipes at the dampness lingering on my cheeks. “I'm not.”

“Jared,” Shawn says. The green-eyed man stands, moving over so the two of them can talk in hushed whispers. I'm too uncertain about what's going on to know how to feel. Are they really not mad? After listening to them tell me over and over how worried they were about how I'd do with Oliver, it's hard to reconcile them acting so...

Soloving.

What changed?

Shawn is undoing his shirt as he approaches. I open my mouth to ask him something, but his hands on my chastity belt silence me. “You've been in this for so long, but you never got to experience what it's really meant for.” His hands come down on either side of the bed, just outside my legs. His mouth is hot when it nips my throat, his teeth eliciting a moan from me.

“Shawn, ah...”

“Call him Sir,” Jared growls. The other man looms over me with darkness swimming in his sharp eyes. He's removed his shirt, leaving him naked from the waist up. The sight is glorious.

One of Shawn's hands brushes over my shoulder, toying with the straps of my bodysuit along my spine. He keeps mouthing my throat, then goes higher, nuzzling my ear. He's more passionate than he usually is.

Jared's hands skirt over my chest, finding my firm nipples through the bodysuit. My eyes roll in my head. “Oh, my god.” He smirks as he watches me, and his erection in his pants says he's loving how he's making me shift side to side.

“You really like when he plays with your tits, don't you, little lamb?” Shawn asks.

“Please, Sir!” I groan, arching my spine and leaning into Jared's touch.

“What do you want?” he asks tauntingly.

Chewing my bottom lip, I rock into his fingers. He gently tugs my nipples; Shawn unties the suit, pulling it down my belly, exposing my naked breasts. Both of them let out primal groans.

“What do youwant?”Jared insists.

“To come,” I gasp, grinding back and forth where I sit. Shawn turns me towards him, kissing me full on my mouth. As he does, Jared bends close, licking my left nipple. I shiver in wicked delight. I want more—need more.

Shawn reaches around, fiddling with the clasps until the metal padlock is freed. “Good girl, I think you deserve a reward.”

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