Sin and Deception (Sin and Lies #2)

Chapter 1

One

N ERINE

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Angel.” Theo's stern words pierced the air like a sharp blade, making me tremble with fear.

On my other side, Xander's large, rough hand gripped my chin tightly, his expression unforgiving and filled with anger.

"Are you ready for your punishment?" he asked in a low, rumbling voice that sent chills down my spine.

It was a dangerous blend of desire and fury that I couldn't resist.

Fear tightened around my heart as I desperately fought against the restraints keeping me in place. My eyes flicked between the two men, their familiar darkness flashing with rage and sending a wave of panic through me, replacing my usual submission. I struggled to understand their anger, trying to push through the fear and confusion clouding my mind.

How had everything spiraled out of control? Doubt crept in, gnawing at my resolve. Did I truly deserve this punishment? What if they were right?

The thought paralyzed me as my heart waged war between guilt and defiance. "Please," I whimpered, my voice trembling. "Please, let me explain."

But their eyes only grew darker, shadows looming over me and filling me with dread.

"Just listen to me," I pleaded, my voice diminishing as their anger intensified.

"Enough!" Theo shouted, making me jump at the sound.

His imposing figure loomed over me, his anger palpable and capable of shaking me to my core. The thought that they could be this angry with me left me reeling.

His steely gray eyes bore into mine, unyielding and unforgiving. "We know all we need to know."

A violent shudder wracked my body as I tried once more to escape the leather straps binding my wrists. The harsh material dug into my skin, leaving painful red marks that I knew would last for days.

"But you don't," I pleaded, desperate to make them understand.

"Stop talking!" Xander's voice was sharp and commanding, with the threat of punishment hanging in the air without him needing to say another word. They stood on either side of the bed, their stormy eyes shooting bolts of furious lightning over my naked body.

Helpless and at their mercy, I weighed my options. They had stripped me as soon as we entered the luxury penthouse suite. I had thought they meant to devour me with love and pleasure, finally releasing me from the torture I had endured for the past two years without them.

Leaving them was one of the hardest things I had ever done, and enduring those two years without their love, touch, and guidance was even harder.

The three of us formed a team, united against every challenge and obstacle that came our way. Yet, there was one thing that had driven us apart.

Me.

And now, that love wasn't coming back.

I had ruined everything, and they would make me pay dearly for it. Xander's fingers glided along my cheek and down to my neck, gripping it tightly. I looked up at him with pleading eyes, shaking my head slowly.

"Xander, please don't," I whispered.

"You betrayed us, Angel." His words were like a knife twisting in my stomach, an accusation I couldn't deny. I had truly betrayed the two men I loved most in this world. But I had my reasons.

"I can explain," I begged again, my words barely audible through my tears.

But they had no interest in hearing my explanations. It was torture, knowing deep down that if they just listened to me, they might spare me from whatever punishment they planned.

Agony coursed through my body as I lay bound on the bed. My heart shattered into a million pieces. Theo and Xander stood over me, their expressions cold and unfeeling.

But their words only reinforced my despair.

“We don’t want to hear it,” Theo said, his hand reaching down to pinch and twist my nipple, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through me. His grip was like a vice, squeezing harder and harder until I cried out in agony, the sound echoing through the room. Xander, standing behind me, tightened his hold around my neck, choking off any escape attempts.

I glanced back and forth between them, fear coursing through my veins as I awaited their next move. Theo licked his lips hungrily while his gaze roamed over my trembling body before he turned to Xander with a taunting smirk.

“Revenge.”

The word echoed in my mind, filling me with terror. I struggled against the leather straps holding me in place, desperate to break free. I had seen firsthand what these two were capable of when fueled by anger and vengeance, and the thought of being on the receiving end of their wrath made my blood run cold.

It was then that I realized just how much danger I was in. How could they do this to me? We were supposed to love each other and face anything together. Even after I left and disappeared for two years, I always believed we would find our way back to each other.

But not like this.

Never like this.

“Please,” I whimpered again, my body going limp in defeat.

The bindings held firm, refusing to give even an inch. They were too skilled at restraining their victims. A fact that was painfully clear at that moment.

“Do you remember what it felt like, Angel?” Theo asked, his fingers releasing my nipple and trailing down to cup my breast. His palm slid further down, stopping just above my hip as his thumb pressed into the tender flesh there.

I cried out at the sensation, a mix of desire and fear coursing through me.

“Theo,” I pleaded.

“Answer the question. Do you remember?” he demanded, pressing his thumb harder into my skin.

Desire washed over me in a wave, but the overwhelming fear of my situation quickly overcame it. The two emotions battled fiercely within me, tearing at my troubled soul.

“What?” I finally managed to gasp out in exasperation.

“To be with us? To have us love you? To have us”—his fingers trailed teasingly close to my center, circling just inches away from where I ached for him to touch me. He relished this torture, taking pleasure in watching me squirm and writhe beneath him. He had always enjoyed it, apparently even now in this twisted scenario we found ourselves in. “Fuck you?”

"Yes," I breathed out, my voice shaky with emotion. "I could never forget. "

“And do you remember,” Xander asked, lifting a brow, “what we did for you?”

“Of course,” I replied. “I would never forget. Never.”

Xander removed his hand from my throat and walked to the end of the bed. My feet were tied to the posts of the bed, leaving my thighs wide open. He gazed between my legs, his eyes landing on my pussy. The heat of his stare seared me, leaving me quivering and squirming. One look from either of them could leave me crashing over the edge, but the look in his eyes told me he wanted much more than merely to gaze upon me.

"I loved tasting you, Angel," he told me, as if reliving a memory.

My mind spun, and my body was on fire from their nearness and words.

A desperate urge to unveil everything consumed me. I yearned to explain why I had left, where I had gone, and what I had done during my time away. However, their gazes left me unable to discern whether their intentions were malicious or not. The fear of further provoking their anger paralyzed me.

Theo's hand let go of my hip, and he moved to join Xander at the end of the bed. Standing shoulder to shoulder, they gazed down at me as if I were a precious artifact in a museum, something to be admired and revered.

All I craved was for them to love me again.

To touch me.

To kiss me.

To fuck me.

"Remember how it felt when I pushed my cock inside you, Angel? Remember when I fucked you so hard that you couldn't walk the next day?"

Of course, I remembered. Those memories lingered in my mind every day. Their absence in my life left an emptiness that tainted my very existence.

Without them, I was a woman without a heart.

I yearned for their touch and their gaze upon me once more.

Every single day.

But this?

This torture they were inflicting upon me?

I had no yearning for this. Not once.

"What are you going to do to me?" My irritation bubbled over as I questioned them.

Xander shook his head slowly while Theo once again wore that infuriating smirk on his face—a trait that always annoyed me. At times, Theo reveled in his snarky attitude and condescending tone. Unfortunately, even that could not diminish my intense desire to be claimed by him—rough and unapologetically.

Enough was enough.

I needed to feel him inside me again. To feel Xander's presence alongside him. But with each passing moment, it became clear that they weren't here to fulfill any of my desires.

They were here for revenge. And they would do whatever it took to exact their vengeance. The determination in their eyes sent shivers down my spine .

"We're going to show you what you missed, Angel," Xander growled.

"Do you think I don't already know?" I scoffed, no longer attempting to conceal my irritation. What was the point? It would only give them further satisfaction.

Their hands trailed up my legs, starting at the ankle and moving slowly upward. They kneaded my thighs with gentle pressure, igniting a fire within me that caused me to gasp for breath.

"What's wrong, Nerine? Are you feeling excited, beautiful?"

I remained silent, staring down at them as I attempted to control the intense arousal that surged through my body from their touch. No one had touched me like this since I had left.

I wanted more.

I craved everything I knew they could give me.

But I couldn't trust them. Their teasing actions would not lead to fulfilling my desires. The cold glint of cruelty in their eyes told a different story than their hands.

As Xander's thumb brushed against my vulva, a cry escaped my lips at the overwhelming sensation. Theo gripped my hip and lifted my body from the bed, peering between my spread thighs with an intensity that made me tremble with anticipation.

My gaze flickered to his lips, remembering the intense pleasure he had given me with his mouth. I could still feel the lingering tingle of his skilled and intuitive touch, knowing exactly how to make my body writhe with ecstasy. His mouth was like a part of me, sharing every sensation and amplifying them to new heights.

Neither had ever left me wanting, and Theo's mouth was always my favorite source of bliss. The way he would tease and taunt me built up the anticipation until I was begging for release.

"Your pussy is as exquisite as I remember it being, Angel," Theo growled hungrily.

His words sparked hope within me. Maybe he would finally touch me the way I needed him to, giving me the release I so desperately craved. Perhaps he would press that god-like mouth against my most sensitive places and take me to paradise with him.

"Theo, please," I hissed, wiggling my hips suggestively and giving in to my primal desires.

"I think she wants you to fuck her with your tongue, Theo," Xander chimed in with a chuckle. "Remember how much she loves that?"

"I think she wants both of us to fuck her," Theo grinned, reaching out a finger to brush against my entrance and reveling in the sight of how wet and ready I was.

"Please!" I cried out, not caring anymore about pride or explanations. All I wanted was for them to ravish me, to claim me as their own once again. We could deal with everything else later, but I needed them now more than anything.

But first? I needed to be fucked ferociously by the two men I loved most.

“Isn’t she adorable?” Xander mocked.

"Adorable?" My anger flared at his words, and I opened my mouth to defend myself when they both silenced me with a simple phrase.

"Shut up."

With those two words, my heart sank.

Theo released my legs with his words, walking further away from the bed. To my dismay, Xander followed suit until they stood too far away to give me what I desired.

I wanted to plead with them to return. I tried to assure them I would do anything and everything they desired. They knew how to pleasure me perfectly, but I also learned how to make their bodies sing. We were like three perfectly matched souls, intricately aware of each other's intimate desires and fantasies.

"Guys, please," I pleaded desperately, feeling like I was losing them all over again. "You know that I?—"

“You don’t deserve anything from us, Angel. You know that.”

Theo’s words lingered in the air. When Xander joined in, I realized there was no turning back from the pain I had inflicted.

“You broke our fucking hearts, Nerine. You left us standing with our dicks out, looking like a couple of fools. You have no idea what kind of damage you’ve done.”

“So why should we let you explain yourself?” Theo asked.”

"You destroyed everything we had," Xander added, his voice heavy with disappointment and betrayal. "And now you want us to forgive you?"

"There’s no forgiveness, Angel," he said, shaking his head firmly. "None. How could you do this, Nerine? How could you leave us without an explanation and expect everything to be okay?"

My heart shattered at his words, crushing the tiny shred of hope I had clung to.

"So what now?" I asked, knowing there was no turning back from the hurt I had caused. "Are you going to kill me?"

Throughout all these years together, I never imagined I would face this end at the hands of the two men I loved most in the world.

"Oh, no," Theo chuckled darkly, sending chills down my spine. "We just want you to understand how it feels to be left behind."

My eyes widened in shock and desire as I watched him turn to Xander, his strong hands cradling his face before pulling him into a passionate kiss. The intensity of their love was palpable, filling the room with an electric energy that left me both elated and envious.

Their kiss was deep and intimate, their bodies pressed close together as they explored each other's mouths with fervent abandon. It was evident that their connection had only grown stronger since my departure. While I was happy for them, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at being left out of this moment.

I watched as they trailed their hands over each other's bodies, eagerly groping at each other through their jeans. Their lustful kisses grew rougher with each passing second, reflecting the primal need they felt for each other.

Finally, Theo pulled away, and Xander sank to his knees before him. With deft fingers, he unfastened Theo's jeans and pulled out his impressive cock. My eyes widened in awe as I took in its size and thickness, my body trembling with memories of the pleasure it brought me when Theo expertly used it to make me scream in ecstasy.

Xander leaned forward, parting his lips as Theo's throbbing member disappeared into his mouth. I gasped at the sight, my body aching with arousal as I watched them together.

Theo's head fell back in bliss, his hand entwined in Xander's hair as he thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into the warm depths of Xander's mouth.

"Fuck ... yes..." Theo growled, lost in the pleasure coursing through him. Xander kept his eyes closed as he continued working Theo's shaft with his talented tongue, moaning at the sensation of having Theo inside him again. He reached up to cup Theo's balls and elicited another guttural cry from him.

Theo couldn't take it any longer. He pulled away from Xander, his cock glistening with saliva as he reached down to grab Xander's arms. With a predatory grin, Theo quickly unfastened Xander's jeans and shoved them down his legs, revealing a rock-hard cock that was begging to be touched. Roughly, he pushed Xander down over the edge of the bed, leaving Xander with his hands braced against the mattress and his pert ass raised in the air. Our eyes met as I stared between my open thighs, shamelessly watching them.

"Do you see what you're missing, Angel?" Theo taunted me as he poured lube onto his length and began stroking himself slowly.

My mouth went dry at seeing him, and the ache inside me intensified with every passing second.

Then, without warning, Theo lined himself up and thrust forward, burying himself deep inside Xander's tight heat. Torn between turning away and watching intently as they moved together in perfect synchrony, I screamed out my frustration.

“Don’t do this to me!”

Their lips curved as they kept their focus solely on me. They never broke eye contact as Theo pounded into Xander with increasing urgency. My gaze flicked back and forth between them, watching as their faces flushed with pleasure and hearing their moans fill the room.

Watching them together had always been arousing for me when I actively participated in their love play. But now, being forced to watch from a distance felt agonizingly wrong.

"Please ... untie me," I begged, desperation creeping into my voice. "I want you both so badly... I need you..."

Instead of showing mercy or acknowledging my pleas, they continued with vengeful satisfaction evident on their faces. This entire situation was a cruel game to them, and they were relishing my pain.

"Please," I begged again, my shame forgotten in the face of overwhelming desire.

In response, Theo thrust harder and faster, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved together in perfect harmony. With a roar of release, Theo came hard inside Xander, shaking with the force of his orgasm.

He never broke our intense stare as he reached forward to take hold of Xander's cock, working him until Xander cried out and released himself onto the bed.

They took a moment to catch their breath, and I watched, awash in the deepest pain, the most intense desire, and the excruciating loneliness that consumed me.

Theo pulled out of Xander’s trembling body, and he stood up, their gazes filled with disdain as they looked down at me. My skin was slick with sweat from arousal, and my heart felt like it was cracking wide open as they shook their heads.

“We don’t want you anymore, Nerine. You’ll never be our Angel again,” Theo said coldly.

My entire being cried out in protest, tears streaming down my cheeks as I struggled against the restraints once more. But it was pointless. They were finished with me.

“No!” A loud cry tore from my throat in protest, tears streaming hotly down my cheeks as I struggled against the restraints once more. But it was all futile.

The movement jolted me awake, gasping for air.

As I opened my eyes, the darkness of my bedroom surrounded me, and I could still sense the lingering pain from the dream.

Or was it a nightmare?

No matter either way, I was still living in the midst of my personal hell.

My tiny apartment felt as empty as ever, mirroring the void in my heart and the loneliness that had consumed me for two long years. Running a hand down my body, I longed for the touch of the two men still holding my heart captive. Dreams like this had become all too familiar, and yet each time I woke up, the torment lingered, reminding me of what I had lost.

I rose from the bed and walked into my tiny bathroom, stopping to stare at my reflection in the mirror above the vanity. Standing naked and trembling, I couldn't help but trace a gentle finger over the obscene scar carved into my lower abdomen by my violent dead husband, Andraius.

Whore .

Years ago, I had killed Andraius in self-defense, but the consequences still haunt me, even now.

I shook my head, setting those memories aside, and instantly, my mind shifted back to Theo and Xander.

I angled my body and glanced over my shoulder to study the tattoo etched down my spine. It was two dragons with their tails wrapping around the waist of an angelic figure. It symbolized our connection, our bond, and the love we shared.

I sighed, knowing this wasn’t where my thoughts should linger, but my body craved their touch, making me too restless to fall back asleep. Perhaps these dreams were an omen of the darkness looming on the horizon, warning me to prepare again.