Chapter 14 Vani
Vani
We drive through the city again, and I take one last, wistful look at the lights.
I didn’t lie to Zane when I said I was okay.
I am. It’s weird, and maybe it’s just repression and later I’ll break down, but I took my power back with that fucker, and he died in agony.
I feel as if I scored one tiny victory for womankind.
Once we get to the airstrip, I climb on board the luxurious jet. I drink it all in, realizing just how wealthy and powerful the twins’ father is. Sadly, not enough, though, to keep them safe in their own city.
I’m nervous right up to the point the plane races down the runway and the wheels lift off. The minute we’re in the air, I let out a breath and relax back into the sumptuous seat.
Saint is sitting beside me, and once we’re airborne, he sends a message to the owners of the rental, apologizing for leaving early and thanking them for such an amazing stay.
Then we sit back and watch the twinkling lights of mainland France slowly give way to the inky darkness of the ocean.
Hours later, back at the mansion, a heavy, bone-weary tiredness has crept over me, smothering me with inertia.
The twins are all over me, clucking around me like mother hens, and in the end, Zane tells them to go to bed and sleep it off. They mumble and moan but do as he says.
I’m glad for the peace. I take a long bath and head to bed, only to find that Saint is sprawled right across it, leaving no room for anyone else, even Lex is squashed up at one end.
We normally all share, but we do have a spare bed.
When I hit the spare room, I find Zane sitting up reading. He puts the book down and signs. Are you really okay?
“I’m really okay,” I reassure him.
I won’t pretend like I haven’t replayed what happened to me in my head a hundred times, and though the memory repulses me, and of course I wish it had never happened, it hasn’t left a scar.
I’ve been through a lot of trauma in my life.
Maybe I’ve become desensitized to it, but I prefer to think that I’m just choosing not to give that revolting asshole any more power.
I climb into bed next to Zane and turn on my side, waiting for that heavenly moment his big arms come around me, and he spoons me.
Like this, in Zane’s arms, I always feel safe.
We basically slept through Christmas Eve, all too exhausted, adrenaline drained and jetlagged to function, but by Christmas Day, we’re feeling better.
My head is fine. I don’t even have a mild headache now, so I don’t think I need to be checked out.
Yet another way I take after my father. The club joked that he had an iron skull because my dad is really hard to knock out. Maybe I’m the same way.
Because it’s Christmas, that means food, and Saint is cooking up a storm in the kitchen while the rest of us get ready and laze about.
It won’t be a traditional dinner, as we didn’t have all the items needed for that, but he can make a five-star meal out of an onion and some water, so I’m not worried.
We’d decided when we first left for Paris that we’d open presents back here, once we got home, which would have been a couple of days after Christmas if we hadn’t been attacked, but we can do it on the day now.
I got up early but sneaked off to the bathroom for a while.
Now I head downstairs, wrapped in a slinky, champagne colored silk robe.
I walk up to Saint, who is standing at the stove, and slide my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek to the strong muscles of his back. He glances at me distractedly.
“How long will the meal take?” I ask.
“Hhmmm? Oh, about another hour or more. It needs to simmer some.”
Perfect.
“Well, that’s good timing. I have a gift I want you guys to unwrap before we eat.”
“Oh, okay.” Saint carries on adding herbs to the items on the roasting tray.
“You’ll need to come upstairs to do it,” I add.
“Fine. Give me five minutes.”
Five minutes later, I am growing impatient. I shout down to them, and moments after my call, the heavy footfalls of three big men pound up the stairs.
I’m laid out on our massive bed, the champagne robe discarded so the thigh length, lacy black item I have on underneath takes center stage.
It hides my body, but reveals it, too. Bits of flesh here, black thread there, a hint of dark, swollen nipple poking out, fleshy lips pressing against the fabric...
As the guys enter the room, Zane, who is leading, stops abruptly, and the other two smash into him.
“Sacre enfer,” Lex murmurs in awe.
Saint pushes past the other two to stalk toward me, a ravenously predatory look on his handsome face.
I’m happy my plan is working. They’ve been treating me as if I’m a fragile, broken thing in the short time we’ve been back. It stops now. I want them to see me as a sexual woman, not a victim of that fucking bastard who dared to touch me.
“You like?” I ask.
“What? How?” Lex walks slowly into the room, staring as I pull the lace to one side and spread my legs. “Fuck, Vani. How did you do this?”
My pussy is all gleaming, clit pumped and oiled.
I confess my crimes.
“I might have stolen a couple of things from the apartment.”
I figured it wasn’t really stealing if the items were only going to be disposed of anyway. Besides, Saint had paid enough money for that room, and we’d barely had the chance to use it. I took the two pumps, and I also helped myself to a very pretty butt plug.
I spread my legs wider and lift my hips a little, so they can see the flash of metal with a mother-of-pearl stopper stuffing my hole.
Saint slowly shakes his head. “Oh, Vani, you’re going to get fucked so hard.”
“I hope so, Saint, because everywhere aches deliciously.”
He growls and pushes my thighs apart before burying his face between my legs.
The first lick of his tongue on such swollen, sensitive flesh is electric. I hitch my hips, wanting more.
Saint doesn’t disappoint. He licks me and sucks me until I’m a writhing, panting mess. He has such a clever tongue.
He breaks off and gestures to Lex. “Want a taste?”
His twin nods eagerly, and takes Saint’s spot between my thighs. It’s as though the two of them constantly try to outdo each other, and Lex eats me like he’s ravenous. Just as I’m on the brink, he pulls away, his face wet, leaving me mewling with disappointment.
“Not yet, mon ange,” he tells me. “We want to make this good. Take our sweet time.”
While I have a breather from almost coming, I look around and frown.
Zane has left the room, and I wonder where he’s gone.
A moment later, he reappears, and I burst out laughing. He’s naked, but is wearing an elf hat, and he’s wrapped tinsel around his massive cock.
I press my fingers to my lips to stifle another giggle. “That’s very festive of you, Zane.”
“Well, it is Christmas, after all,” Saint says. “Hey, do you want to fuck Lex in the ass for Christmas?”
I bite my lower lip. “Maybe we can do that for New Year? We’ll have to go shopping. I didn’t steal the strap-on.”
“I think I should get to decide whether I get fucked in the ass or not,” Lex pouts.
“So you admit you want to try it?” Saint laughs, a little diabolical.
Lex shrugs one shoulder. “I’ll try anything once, especially if it’s for Vani.”
I throw him a wink. “I’m game if you are.”
The thought of having one of my men with his cheek pressed to the bed, his ass in the air, while I pound a fake cock into his hole makes me all kinds of wet. I wonder if one of the guys will take me the same way at the same time so we can form a line.
Unaware of my thoughts, Saint continues. “So, no strap-on, which means we all have to focus on you, our deliciously dark Venom.” He takes hold of my finger and twists the silver snake ring around it.
“You know we love you, right?” Lex says as he holds his own ring up to the light and examines it.
We all have matching rings, and in this moment, the heated need in me lessens a little as a warm glow pushes some of the raw lust to one side.
“I love you, too, all of you. You make me whole.”
I love you, Zane signs.
“Ah, God, this is getting far too sickly,” Saint grumbles. “Turn over, baby. I want to play with that plug in your ass so I can stretch you enough to take my cock.”
And just like that, we’re back on our usual ground. Joking, playful, but with that love at the base of it, even if it’s a twisted version in Saint’s case, and a whole lot of lust fueling us.
We screw around, literally, for hours. Saint’s dinner ends up being an overcooked mess, but it doesn’t matter because I ache in all the right places.
My ass, from where Saint took me. My pussy from Zane’s massive cock, and my jaw from Lex fucking my face, until he came all over it.
I came three times. From the fucking, from Saint eating at me like he was starving before the fucking, and the last time as Zane applied a bullet vibrator to my swollen clit while Saint and Lex watched.
Lex seemed content after his epic cum shot all over my face, but watching Zane use the small vibe on my puffed up, swollen clit had got Saint all excited again.
He’d masturbated as he watched us, coming all over me right after I had climaxed in deep waves of pleasure as the toy gently moved over my sensitized flesh.
Now, we’re sitting in the living room, eating chocolates, and drinking champagne, which I’ve got a taste for after Paris. I keep squirming because after I use that pump, it makes me horny for ages.
Saint’s phone beeps and he reads the message and sighs. “Our father says merry Christmas, and also, we are imbeciles.”
Lex chuckles. “Send him my love when you reply.”
Somehow, I don’t think Saint’s reply will be full of gushing emotions.
I squirm again, all bothered and irritated between my legs.
“I think we might have to report you to the police,” Saint says drolly as he watches me. “For being a thief.”
“You’d report me for stealing a nipple and clit pump set?” I raise my brows.
“No, for stealing our hearts.” He clasps his hand to his chest dramatically, and I burst into giggles.
“Saint, you’re incorrigible.” He truly is, too. But I wouldn’t have him any other way.
“You’re a dirty little slut for that pump, aren’t you?” he says all casual as if he’s talking about what we will watch on television later.
“Maybe?”
“One day, I’ll tie you to the bed, use it on you for hours, and then charge the other students to come look at you all swollen and ripe like a fucking peach about to burst.”
His words make me ache, even though I’d hate anyone looking at me except for these three men, and even though I know Saint would never do that. He’s too possessive. But the fantasy is hot.
Zane signs something fast, and I can’t follow. Lex snorts.
“What did he say?” I ask.
“He said he hopes Saint doesn’t do that because he’s too young and too pretty to die.”
I giggle again and then hiccup. Damn, the bubbly is getting to me.
“I want you again,” Saint says, nuzzling my neck.
“I can’t. I’m too sore,” I complain.
He picks me up and carries me out of the room, ignoring my protests. Carrying me upstairs, he deposits me on the bed and strips my clothes from me. I’d only put on a loose top and some comfy old jeans after we had sex, but soon they’re gone, as are my panties and bra.
“Saint, really. I’m tired and sore.”
“Relax, la pute, I am only going to paint this amazing pussy while it’s still so swollen from us playing with it.”
“Did you just call me a whore?”
He shrugs. “I meant it with affection.”
Sitting up, I stare at him. When we’re fucking, I like his degradation, it turns me on, but sometimes he takes it too far, and I am the girl who fought off a man three times my size. I know how to stand up for myself.
“No.” I cross my arms over my chest.
“What?”
“No. Not unless you ask very fucking nicely.”
“Merde.”
There’s a warning to my tone. “Saint… ask nicely.”
He looks up to the ceiling but then he focuses on me. “Please, Vani, may I paint your pretty pussy? I want to capture you on canvas. You obsess me. You consume me. I want to spend all eternity ravishing you, and when I’m not ravishing you, I want to paint you.”
Oh, well, when he puts it like that.
“Fine, you can paint me. But bring me some chocolates and my phone, so I can listen to an audiobook and snack while you’re doing it.”
“Your wish is my command.”
When he comes back upstairs, he has Zane and Lex with him. They suddenly seem very interested in the artistic process, and of course, it doesn’t take long before the whole thing dissolves into more sex, despite how tired we all are.
Afterward, we lay snoozing in a hot, sticky pile, and I know I should take a shower, but for a while, I close my eyes and let myself luxuriate in this.
My men.
My men who took me to Paris because it was my dream to see the Moulin Rouge, and even though I never got to see a show, it was an amazing trip because they did it for me out of love.
Life won’t always be smooth sailing. We have enemies. Our families have enemies, but these men will protect me with their life, and I will protect them with mine.
And in the end, that’s all I can ask for, and all I want.
It’s the best Christmas gift ever.
The End.