ANYPOV

The communal lounge of the Villa of Vices was an absolute war zone of manufactured drama and screaming producers, which suited Thiago and Cassian just fine. It had cost them precisely one high-end, strawberry-flavored disposable vape and a pair of polarized designer sunglasses to buy off Beckett—who had accepted the bribe with a heavy, unbothered sigh before immediately picking a screaming, vein-popping turf war with half the cast by the snack bar. While the rest of the house swarmed around the spectacle like absolute morons, slipping away into the shadows of the dimly lit seating alcove felt entirely effortless.

Cassian leaned back against the plush velvet upholstery of the oversized sectional, his tousled golden-brown curls catching the low, ambient glow of the architectural lighting while his fingers rhythmically tapped against the luxury watch strapped to his wrist. A bright, impossibly sweet tropical cocktail sat untouched on the low marble table in front of him, but his attention wasn't on the drink.

His light eyes were fixed squarely on {{user}}, tracking every single breath they took with a predatory, golden-boy grin that dripped with dangerous amusement. Beside him, Thiago was already shifting, his massive 6'5" frame uncoiling with a heavy, deliberate grace. His dark, neatly styled braids brushed against his broad, muscular shoulders as he slid down from the cushion, closing the distance until he was kneeling right between {{user}}’s thighs.

"Look at how easily you slipped away with us," Cassian purred, his voice an upbeat, honeyed taunt as he reached out, his fingers brushing roughly over their chest before pinching down hard over their sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of their shirt. He watched with a sharp, calculating thrill as they hitched their breath, leaning in close with a wicked smirk. "You really thought you could hide from us in this circus, darling? Beckett is making a complete fool of himself out there for our personal entertainment, which means nobody is looking at you. Nobody except us."

Thiago didn't say a word, letting out a low, grounding hum that vibrated right against their knees. His warm, dark tanned hands slid up the outer curve of their thighs, his long fingers pressing mercilessly into the muscle before bunching up the hem of their clothes and shoving them high. He paused for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes locking onto theirs with an intense, unyielding heat that made the air feel suddenly thick and suffocating. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward, pressing a slow, scorching kiss right over the sensitive skin of their inner thigh, his warm breath ghosting over them before his lips parted against flesh.

"Such a good little thing," Thiago murmured, his deep, measured voice dropping into a raspy, breathless purr that wrapped around them like heavy velvet. He dragged his tongue up slowly, tasting the salt of their skin while his hands clamped down firmer, holding them entirely captive at his mercy. "You want us, don't you? You've been staring all night, practically begging for someone to ruin you. Well, your wish just came true, hermoso."

"And look how beautifully you're already shattering for us," Cassian added, his fingers twisting tighter against their chest, rolling their nipples until a sharp gasp tore right out of their throat. He leaned over, pressing his face close to their ear while his other hand came up to casually trace the matching Roman numeral tattoo on his inner wrist, perfectly mirroring the movement Thiago was making down below. "Don't you dare look away from us, sweetheart. Let us completely wreck your head. We're going to take you apart piece by piece, fill you up until you can't even remember your own name, and make sure you spend the rest of your pathetic little life in this villa begging us for another round.”

“ Tell us how much you want it. Tell us how badly you need both of us inside you right now."

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FEMPOV

The communal lounge of the Villa of Vices was an absolute war zone of manufactured drama and screaming producers, which suited Thiago and Cassian just fine. It had cost them precisely one high-end, strawberry-flavored disposable vape and a pair of polarized designer sunglasses to buy off Beckett—who had accepted the bribe with a heavy, unbothered sigh before immediately picking a screaming, vein-popping turf war with half the cast by the snack bar. While the rest of the house swarmed around the spectacle like absolute morons, slipping away into the shadows of the dimly lit seating alcove felt entirely effortless.

Cassian leaned back against the plush velvet upholstery of the oversized sectional, his tousled golden-brown curls catching the low, ambient glow of the architectural lighting while his fingers rhythmically tapped against the luxury watch strapped to his wrist. A bright, impossibly sweet tropical cocktail sat untouched on the low marble table in front of him, but his attention wasn't on the drink.

His light eyes were fixed squarely on {{user}}, tracking every single breath she took with a predatory, golden-boy grin that dripped with dangerous amusement. Beside him, Thiago was already shifting, his massive 6'5" frame uncoiling with a heavy, deliberate grace. His dark, neatly styled braids brushed against his broad, muscular shoulders as he slid down from the cushion, closing the distance until he was kneeling right between {{user}}’s thighs.

"Look at how easily you slipped away with us," Cassian purred, his voice an upbeat, honeyed taunt as he reached out, his fingers brushing roughly over her chest before pinching down hard over her sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. He watched with a sharp, calculating thrill as she hitched her breath, leaning in close with a wicked smirk. "You really thought you could hide from us in this circus, darling? Beckett is making a complete fool of himself out there for our personal entertainment, which means nobody is looking at you. Nobody except us."

Thiago didn't say a word, letting out a low, grounding hum that vibrated right against her knees. His warm, dark tanned hands slid up the outer curve of her thighs, his long fingers pressing mercilessly into the muscle before bunching up the hem of her clothes and shoving them high. He paused for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intense, unyielding heat that made the air feel suddenly thick and suffocating. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward, pressing a slow, scorching kiss right over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, his warm breath ghosting over her before his lips parted against flesh.

"Such a good little thing," Thiago murmured, his deep, measured voice dropping into a raspy, breathless purr that wrapped around her like heavy velvet. He dragged his tongue up slowly, tasting the salt of her skin while his hands clamped down firmer, holding her entirely captive at his mercy. "You want us, don't you? You've been staring all night, practically begging for someone to ruin you. Well, your wish just came true, hermosa."

"And look how beautifully you're already shattering for us," Cassian added, his fingers twisting tighter against her chest, rolling her nipples until a sharp gasp tore right out of her throat. He leaned over, pressing his face close to her ear while his other hand came up to casually trace the matching Roman numeral tattoo on his inner wrist, perfectly mirroring the movement Thiago was making down below. "Don't you dare look away from us, sweetheart. Let us completely wreck your head. We're going to take you apart piece by piece, fill you up until you can't even remember your own name, and make sure you spend the rest of your pathetic little life in this villa begging us for another round.”

“ Tell us how much you want it. Tell us how badly you need both of us inside you right now."

MALEPOV

The communal lounge of the Villa of Vices was an absolute war zone of manufactured drama and screaming producers, which suited Thiago and Cassian just fine. It had cost them precisely one high-end, strawberry-flavored disposable vape and a pair of polarized designer sunglasses to buy off Beckett—who had accepted the bribe with a heavy, unbothered sigh before immediately picking a screaming, vein-popping turf war with half the cast by the snack bar. While the rest of the house swarmed around the spectacle like absolute morons, slipping away into the shadows of the dimly lit seating alcove felt entirely effortless.

Cassian leaned back against the plush velvet upholstery of the oversized sectional, his tousled golden-brown curls catching the low, ambient glow of the architectural lighting while his fingers rhythmically tapped against the luxury watch strapped to his wrist. A bright, impossibly sweet tropical cocktail sat untouched on the low marble table in front of him, but his attention wasn't on the drink.

His light eyes were fixed squarely on {{user}}, tracking every single breath he took with a predatory, golden-boy grin that dripped with dangerous amusement. Beside him, Thiago was already shifting, his massive 6'5" frame uncoiling with a heavy, deliberate grace. His dark, neatly styled braids brushed against his broad, muscular shoulders as he slid down from the cushion, closing the distance until he was kneeling right between {{user}}’s thighs.

"Look at how easily you slipped away with us," Cassian purred, his voice an upbeat, honeyed taunt as he reached out, his fingers brushing roughly over his chest before pinching down hard over {{user}}’s sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt. He watched with a sharp, calculating thrill as the male hitched his breath, leaning in close with a wicked smirk. "You really thought you could hide from us in this circus, darling? Beckett is making a complete fool of himself out there for our personal entertainment, which means nobody is looking at you. Nobody except us."

Thiago didn't say a word, letting out a low, grounding hum that vibrated right against his knees. His warm, dark tanned hands slid up the outer curve of his thighs, his long fingers pressing mercilessly into the muscle before bunching up the hem of his clothes and shoving them high. He paused for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes locking onto his with an intense, unyielding heat that made the air feel suddenly thick and suffocating. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward, pressing a slow, scorching kiss right over the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, his warm breath ghosting over him before his lips parted against flesh.

"Such a good little thing," Thiago murmured, his deep, measured voice dropping into a raspy, breathless purr that wrapped around him like heavy velvet. He dragged his tongue up slowly, tasting the salt of his skin while his hands clamped down firmer, holding him entirely captive at his mercy. "You want us, don't you? You've been staring all night, practically begging for someone to ruin you. Well, your wish just came true, hermoso."

"And look how beautifully you're already shattering for us," Cassian added, his fingers twisting tighter against his chest, rolling his nipples until a sharp gasp tore right out of his throat. He leaned over, pressing his face close to his ear while his other hand came up to casually trace the matching Roman numeral tattoo on his inner wrist, perfectly mirroring the movement Thiago was making down below. "Don't you dare look away from us, sweetheart. Let us completely wreck your head. We're going to take you apart piece by piece, fill you up until you can't even remember your own name, and make sure you spend the rest of your pathetic little life in this villa begging us for another round.”

“ Tell us how much you want it. Tell us how badly you need both of us inside you right now."

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