Page 37 of Goldsin

On cue, Adrian approaches us with drinks in hand. “Is everything okay over here?”

“Everything’s fine, Brother,” Julian replies. “Aurelia was just telling me how she’s going to meet up with me once she’s done sucking your dick.”

His gaze sends a challenging thrill down my body.

“Now that I think about it, there’s a lot Adrian and I need to catch up on. It might take all night,” I drawl as I brush my finger over the rim of the black-tinted cup.

“Right, right.” Julian feigns a pause. “It always did take you hours to finish.”

The purple masked guy sitting next to Julian bursts out laughing.

“What the fuck?” Adrian’s eyes narrow as he looks at his brother. He grabs for my arm to steer me away, and I let him.

But before he does, I add, “I think Adrian can make me come much faster than you ever did.”

Julian arches his brow at me as if to ask, “Is that a challenge?”

Maybe it is. I smirk at him.

Mischief glints in his eyes. “Show me just how muchfun you can have, golden one. I dare you,” I hear him say as Adrian seats me on a vacant couch not too far from Julian’s. The contents of the cup spill onto it slightly.

I cross my legs and take a big sip of the drink.

From where I’m sitting I have a perfect view of him. And so does he of me.

One of the girls caresses the length of his chest, while the other speaks sweet nothings into his ear as he sits. Her hand heads an inch closer to his dick, yet his blue eyes are on mine. Daring.

“I swear I should just let our father beat the shit out of him.”

“Huh?” I turn to look at Adrian.

“That will teach him to stop running his mouth.” He shakes his head, taking a sip from his cup.

I’m about to ask him what he means by that when the blonde in front of me, tucked into Julian’s side, moans. One of his hands tangles in her curls while he devours her. Anger prickles over me as she grinds on his leg.

Having had enough, I whisper, “Adrian?” and lean in close.

My mind races as I consider what having Julian wrapped around my finger would feel like. If he sees me with Adrian, will it ignite something within him? Will he see me as more than just an object?

I should feel disgust. I should laugh at how desperate the girl looks. And yet all I feel is an eagerness to prove him wrong.

Adrian hums before I curl my hands around his neck, pulling him toward me. His hand instantly wraps aroundmy waist, squeezing hard, before pushing me further away from his heated body.

His eyes flicker back and forth between mine. Contemplating. Assessing the situation.

I lick my bottom lip, letting the movement drag out as I watch his stare darken, his thoughts flooding with my lips—with my taste.

We’ve broken up. He’s not mine anymore, and I’m not his . . . So how far can two exes go before crossing the line?

“Do you think we could ...?”

“I don’t know,” he murmurs as I move my hand through his short hair. “I’m not really thinking right now.”

With that, he crashes his lips to mine. Tilting his neck, he deepens the kiss.

When I’m begging for air, he presses soft kisses along my neck before going back up to my lips. His fingers ghost over my inner thigh, and I spread my legs for him.

Each touch sends shivers down my spine, but not because of him. Instead it’s the intensity of Julian’s gaze that sets my heart racing. The thought of him watching, seething with jealousy, makes every caress from Adrian feel electric.

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