Evelyn's POV.
Hours passed, and I was still seated in front of the mirror, my heart racing.
Layla had cleaned the previous makeup that I had on and applied another for the after party.
I didn't want to go for it. Hell, I didn't even want to leave my room until...ever. But I didn't want to raise questions, one of the reasons why I had gone through with the whole wedding in the first place.
Avoid the twins. Smile for the camera. Enjoy your night. The rules were simple, yet heavy.
But Amy had been so firm when she was asking me to repeat after her.
"It's evening already. Your dress is still waiting," Amy's voice cut through my thoughts, snapping me back to reality.
"Um, yeah. Just a minute." I breathed, before standing, my eyes settling on my dress.
Shelly Monroe, my personal designer, really did her thing with it.
"Come on, I'll help you with it." Amy softly said, as she gently pulled me forward.
And she did. Minutes later, I was standing at the center of my room, with a Shelly Monroe special. It was a red sequinned dress that immediately made me confident and bold the moment it hugged my body. It fit perfectly, stopping just slightly below my ass.
"Look at you!" Amy squealed, as she twirled me around until I started feeling dizzy. "You're ready to set the dance floor on fire!"
I squealed in response, feeling the tension ease off me.
I just had to enjoy my night and that was it.
Amy helped me out of the room, as we started off down the hallway.
The after party was taking place in my compound, in the hall that I usually used for some of my formal events.
With every step that I took closer to the hall, my confidence increased, especially since I didn't see the twins anywhere.
The moment I stepped inside, the music thundered, the bass beats immediately dragging me back to the club. But I shook my head, and breathed.
That had passed already.
"I'll leave you to enjoy, I have some shots to swallow!" Amy raised her voice, as she skidded off smiling.
I stood still for only a second, before I felt an arm around me. "Let's dance, baby,"
Ethan pulled me to the dance floor.
My eyes darted around, people had arrived already. A smile crept up to my face, as I nodded, wrapping my hands around his neck, staring deeply into his eyes. The blue that I had liked a lot.
"You like absolutely gorgeous, Evelyn." He started softly, his breath hitting against my face.
Slowly, the music drowned out, his words floating into my ears. "I am so happy that we got married today."
My throat dried, and I blinked, before my lips parted. "Me too."
My eyes started getting teary a bit. The moment was just like the first dance that we shared at a random bar. We left half drunk on cheap wine, but we were happy.
"I-I love—" I started saying, but Ethan's eyes suddenly averted from mine, his hands dropping from my waist.
"What's wrong?"
"I-I have to leave now." And with that, he ran off, pushing through the crowd.
My heart felt heavy, and I breathed slowly through my lips.
I had gotten carried away by the moment, and was about to start professing my love for him.
A part of me missed him, missed the way we were when he still looked at me like I was his princess.
And the other part? She wanted to see what he was up to now.
My lips pressed together, as I pushed through the crowd, trying to pass where he did.
I walked, my steps soft and firm, my eyes darting around. I decided to go to the main house. He had probably gone there to...get something for me?
Without wasting any more time, I prowled forward, taking quick steps towards the house.
Suddenly, strong arms held me in place and I froze, heat coursing through me because I recognised the feel of the strong palm against my skin.
I turned sharply, and my eyes met Dominic's. Behind me was Lucas and their eyes were fixed on me.
"Hello, Veronica." Lucas hummed, and I shook my hand off.
"Or rather, Evelyn?" Dominic added, his tone hard.
"I don't know what you think you're up to, but I don't have the time for it." I started walking away, but they stopped me again, this time Lucas gripping my shoulders.
"We need to talk."
I shook my head hard, shrugging his hands off. "No." I said sharply, even though my body reacted the opposite. "I have to leave."
I turned, and ran into the house, heading straight for our master bedroom.
I was close to the door, when the moans came through the door, rolling into my ears.
My heart fell a bit, but I wasn't shocked. I swallowed a little, before pushing the door, stepping inside.
There my husband was, dragging Bianca's hair, as he slammed his dick into her. Repeatedly.
"Wow." I announced, my voice clear. "What a show!"
Immediately, they froze, Ethan's eyes widening. He stopped, and started running towards me.
"Put some fucking clothes on!" I yelled, my tone booming through the room. Bianca rolled her eyes, and mumbled something under her breath.
"Evelyn, I can explain. I—"
I was far gone down the hallway, heading for the hall. Immediately I got in, my eyes darted around, searching for the only people I needed at that moment.
I found them sipping from their glasses, their eyes taking the crowd in.
Damn, they looked majestic.
In a second, I found myself striding towards them, my steps firm.
"Hi. So...I'm ready to talk." I said, and breathed.
Their eyes pierced into mine, searching, before Lucas gripped my hand, leading me through the crowd.
We went to the most secluded corner of the hall, and Lucas let go of my hand.
"Okay, why didn't you tell us that you were getting married to our stepbrother?" Lucas started, his face stern.
"And you cheated on him. You—"
I shook my head, moving closer to them. "I found Ethan fucking our event planner a few minutes ago, so I don't want to talk with words." Instantly, I smashed my lips against Dominic's, pulling Lucas in.
But they pulled away.
"I'm sorry. I—"
"Let's get you comfortable. That way, we can...talk properly."
I didn't know how we got to the guest room in the main house, but we did.
Lucas lifted me off the ground, dropping me on the bed before parting my legs open.
Dominic gently pulled my zip off, revealing my exposed boobs. Immediately, his mouth covered my pointed nipple, as his left hand carefully caressed the other.
"Fuck, yes." I moaned, as they worked on me. But I wanted more.
I needed more.
So, with a stretched hand, I stopped them. Their eyes glared back at me with the most intense hunger that I had ever seen.
"I want more."
"More? You—"
"I want to be fucked...hard. Right now." I said firmly, my eyes moving between them.
"Anything you want princess," Lucas cooed, as he stood straight in front of me, unbuckling his trousers.
Dominic took off his trousers too, before climbing the bed.
I wondered how it was going to be done—I had never done this before.
"How—?"
"Just leave your legs wide open and your mouth even wider." Dominic barked, before taking his draws off, revealing his long and hard length.
A small gasp slipped through my lips, as my eyes couldn't move away from it.
Lucas did the same, and slapped my thigh, before slipping his length into me, earning a soft moan from me.
"Wider!" Dominic bellowed, before slapping my face softly, and guiding my mouth to his dick. "Yes, take it like a good girl." He groaned. "Just like that, hm hm."
As Lucas's hand was firm around my neck as he fucked me hard, Dominic was also slipping his length in and out of my mouth, filling every inch.
My body trembled, caught between them, every thought dissolving into pure sensation. I tried to speak...or beg, I wasn't sure which, but I couldn't.
"Fuck, you feel good," Lucas moaned softly, as he continued slamming himself into me.
Soon, they both stopped, exchanged a glance, before they switched places.
Lucas slowly slipped his dick into my mouth, and I smiled as the taste of myself melted on my tongue.
My mind knew this was wrong, dangerous, something I could never undo.
But my body didn't care.
And I just gave in completely.
"Hm, hm," I hummed against Lucas, as Dominic gripped me hard, fucking me harder than Lucas did.
I was trying to gasp for breath, when my phone buzzed sharply on the table beside us.
The name on the screen made my blood turn cold.