Page 11 of Taeja

“You’re scared of a dick piercing?”

Taeja shook her head, but deep down, the part of her that wasn’t filled with intrigue was laced with fear. She’d never fucked anyone who had their dick pierced. “Will it hurt?” she blurted.

“No,” he answered, and she swallowed a lump. Damon sensed her hesitance. “I’ll remove it until you want me to use it.”

“Okay,” she said quickly, and he snickered.

“I thought you said you’re not scared, baby?” he teased, and she didn’t answer. He looped a finger beneath her chin, making her look at him. “Don’t be afraid to tell us what you’re not comfortable with. We don’t want to hurt you. We want to make you feel good.”

His comforting words made her smile. “Okay.”

Satisfied, Damon stood and lifted her, making her squeal and wrap her legs and arms around him. He carefully took them out of the water and grabbed her bag while walking toward the door. Zain’s feet slapped against the floor as he followed behind them into the house.

She looked at Zain with a small smile. She liked that there were only two locs dangling in his face now. It better showed his beauty. From his straight nose, to his sharp jawline, and stormy eyes beneath furrowed eyebrows. His goatee and mustache made him more rugged.

The first time she saw beneath his mask, she was taken aback. Zain had a slanted scar stretching from above his eyebrow and ending below his eye. It was a miracle he didn’t lose his left eye.

Zain was scary, no doubt about that, but instead of pushing her away, it only managed to reel her in more. Taeja thought the scar amplified his features. She loved how perfectly imperfect he was; he reminded her of herself.

She’d been so caught up in admiring Zain — who was looking straight ahead instead of at her — that she didn’t realize when Damon brought her to a room and set her to her feet.

“Shower,” Damon said, handing her bag to her. “We’ll be waiting for you.”

“Okay… Thank you.” She smiled at Zain while accepting the towel he offered her, and he nodded.

Watching the brothers leave, butterflies settled inside her. The moment she’d been waiting for was finally here! She was nervous, but above all, she was excited.

They made her feel so good — even Zain with his icy stares that made chills run down her spine. He always seemed to be stripping her of her sun-kissed skin, and they hadn’t even gone halfway yet. She could only imagine when they did.

Grabbing her bag, she entered the bathroom and laid it on the chair. She stripped from her soaked clothes, entered the shower, and took a quick one. After moisturizing her skin, she stood before the mirror and combed her wet hair into a neat ponytail braid.

Taeja walked toward her bag and dug around for the lingerie set Liyah helped her choose. As she found it, low murmurs traveled from beneath the closed door.

Her heart skipped several beats and her blood hummed in her veins. She couldn’t wait to be in their hold again. Struck by a bright idea, Taeja decided against wearing lingerie. She’d enter the room fully nude. She wanted them to know how badly she wanted them.

Stepping out of the bathroom, all eyes were on her. She felt like a specimenunder a microscope. A deliciously prepped meal catered to sate the appetite of two starving men.

Goosebumps raised from the smallest of hairs on her arms down to her long legs. Her nipples stood erect and the heat between her thighs dampened as they did a slow take of her.

Zain’s eyes met hers first and her breath hitched in her throat. He wasn’t one of many words, but the look in his eyes said it all. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

Zain took predatory steps toward her. Taeja reminded herself not to run; she wanted this. She wanted the fire in Zain’s darkened eyes to consume her until she was no more.

He stopped before her, and she craned her neck to look up at him. Zain was an inch taller than his brother — several inches taller than her five-four frame. He took her hand and led her toward the bed. Her skin tingled from the contact. He stopped by the bed, and she expected him to push her back onto it, but he didn’t. Instead, he said in a raspy tone, “Do you like teasing us, Taeja?”

“Yes,” she answered.

The fire in Zain’s eyes intensified, and she smirked despite looking at her demise in the eye. She knew from the first moment she met them that if they were to be her end, she’d go to hell with the brightest smile.

His hand reached out and gripped her throat, making her clit jump. His calloused fingers tightened around her throat, and she could barely breathe.

Taeja loved it, though. Was there a better way to die than in the presence of two devilishly handsome men? She didn’t think so.

Zain brought his face close to hers. Their breaths tangled as his lips grazed hers, making her heart play an unsteady rhythm. She tipped up and puckered her lips, anticipating kissing him for the first time.

Zain didn’t kiss her.

Instead, he whispered in a low tone that made the hair on the back of her neck rise. “I don’t like to be played with, Taeja.”

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