2. Juliette
Juliette
T he moment I watched him enter the first floor of the casino, the air shifted. When I spotted him and his blond brother, I gaped with wide eyes. Holy mother of God. There should never be two specimens who looked like that on the same planet, never mind the same room.
They strode through the room like they owned it and everyone in it.
The one with dark hair and eyes, the colors of the darkest night, aside from the resemblance to the DiLustros, told me we didn’t want him or his blond brother anywhere near the table Wynter was currently sitting at.
They moved as one, like two panthers going in for their prey.
Acting on instinct, I rushed toward the two men who gave the impression they’d no doubt killed their fair share of men. I couldn’t let them get close to Wynter. It’d be all our heads on the block if they got to her.
So, with a confidence I didn’t possess and armed in the dress that revealed more skin than I liked, I rushed in their general direction.
The midnight-blue dress hugged my curves just right, and belonged to someone with a much flatter ass.
As I got closer to the dark and blond devils, I fought the urge to tug on the hemline.
I kept my eyes on a fictional dot, keeping their movements in my peripheral vision. The moment his dark gaze brushed over my skin, a shiver ran up my spine and my heel caught a crack in the marble, launching me into the air.
I, honest to God, almost face-planted when a pair of strong hands wrapped around me. Instead of the marble floor, my face hit a hard chest. The scent of forest and rain hit my nostrils and for a second my eyes fluttered shut. It reminded me of something, but the memory eluded my grasp.
Then as if burned, I shifted away, almost falling—again—on my ass, before his hand shot out, steadying me by my elbow.
Gosh, this was going gracefully.
“You alright?” he drawled, that obsidian gaze on me. My cheeks burned. It felt like a searing fever boiling me from the inside. Jesus, I hated blushing. Detested it. I took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. His lips curled into an arrogant smile, probably used to women swooning over him.
I narrowed my gaze at him in distaste. It was at that very moment, I decided. I didn’t like him. I didn’t like the dark presence that came with him. I didn’t like how he watched me as if I were a speck of dirt on his shoe.
“Obviously, I’m fine,” I answered, mustering a sweet, seductive smile. I trailed my hand over his chest and felt his heat burning through the material. The man had to be a furnace. “But you won’t be, if you don’t get that smug smile off your face.”
A stifled chuckle came from his blond brother. I shot him a glare, but he quickly raised his hands, ready to retreat. I couldn’t let that happen, though, so I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.
“I’ll have sex with both of you. Why don’t the three of us take this party…
elsewhere?” What the hell did I just say?
That was the last thing I’d ever want to do.
Just the idea of having sex with either of them had bile rising in my throat.
It was a wonder that I kept my own eyes from rolling in my head.
The air stilled then, immediately charged with so much sexual tension, it vibrated through me. It felt like electric shocks running through my veins, buzzing every cell within my body and somehow turning me on.
I know, masochistic. I never thought getting electrocuted would be a turn-on, but here I was.
I waited for a response, any comment, but both men remained staring at me. One pair darker than night and the other lighter than the skies. These two were like night and day. Literally.
“What’s the matter?” I purred with a self-confidence I didn’t feel, my finger trailing his tie. I must be a glutton for punishment. “Cat got your tongue?”
If only I knew how badly those damn words would haunt me.
My eyes darted between the two men. They were both extremely handsome. If I ever felt the need to have a threesome, as unlikely as that would be, physically they seemed the most suitable to have one with.
“You’re trouble,” the blond one said, his voice slightly annoyed. The fact he labeled me exactly what I detested made him lose some of his appeal. I was misunderstood. Yes, sometimes I tended to get in trouble, but usually it was due to circumstances.
Like now.
Instead of opting to remain quiet, I decided to open my mouth further.
“You mean to tell me you’ve never had a threesome?” I drawled mockingly, desperate to keep the conversation going and Wynter out of harm’s way.
Panic slithered through my veins, mocking me . I immediately locked it away. I didn’t need any distractions right now, not with danger so close to the horizon.
The mockingjay’s whistle—from The Hunger Games —traveled through the air. It was our signal. The dark devil’s eyes flickered above my head, and again, I acted on instinct. Raising my palm, I pressed it against his chest—his heartbeat wild and strong—and something flickered across his face.
Time stilled as our eyes locked. His fingers, still holding my elbow, burned on my skin. I had to remind myself I was buying Wynter and my friends time.
“Don’t worry, I’m skilled enough in threesomes not to embarrass you,” I said, making a further idiot of myself. “All you would have to do is follow my lead.”
I smoothed my palms against his hard, muscular chest. My hands trembled and I hated myself for how he affected me.
The blond devil studied us with an amused expression, but something about the way his lips twisted into a sardonic smile didn’t sit well with me.
“Can you handle double penetration?” the blond guy asked.
Jesus fucking Christ. DP. Did he really just ask me that?
I needed to clear out of here. Maybe I should punch him in the balls and take off? Did Wynter get her chips yet? She’d better hurry up because I was running out of dumb things to say here.
Double penetration was out of the question. I didn’t enjoy single penetration. This was like jumping into the ocean and not knowing how to swim.
“What’s your name?” the dark devil demanded to know.
A loud whistle traveled through the casino. The next second, alarms pierced the air and both of their attention shifted away from me.
“DP this, you dipshit,” I hissed.
In one swift move, I kneed the dark devil where it hurt the most.
In his nuts.
I took off, the scent of lavender oil filling the room. It meant Davina had dumped her scented oil. I didn’t even bother glancing behind me, focused on getting the fuck out of there. Those devils suggested DP. That put a whole different kind of urgency to my steps.
I might have been the one to instigate this whole conversation, but it didn’t matter. I was not in the business of getting caught up in situations that made me vulnerable.
This Juliette wasn’t looking for her Romeo.