Kidnapped By The Dragon Twins

Playing with fire

Samantha

Maximo leaves me in the gym and I release the breath I was holding. Why does the atmosphere have to change when he is around?

I pack up my stuff and leave the gym, seeing Maximo was enough for me to blow some steam off my body.

I head back into the house and find myself in the living room. I find Santino in his most casual look, and it shocks me that he can wear anything but suits. His attention is on the TV in front of him as he watches some local news.

I frown, why does he have to be so odd yet so attractive in such a sense that he can easily draw me in?

I take the couch near him, his eyes flicker at me for a minute before his focus is back on the TV like he didn't see me at all.

We are both quiet as we watch the news, it’s mainly about their company and how it has skyrocketed recently and is now the main supplier of fuel in so many countries around the wild.

I am impressed, the brothers however are not shown on TV, only the progress of their company. Now I see why he is watching this stuff.

From what I have observed, Santino is a workaholic, and he spends most of his time doing the paperwork of the business while Maximo is the one who does the killing if any is needed. These men work in perfect harmony, which makes sense as to why they are billionaires.

My gaze drifts from the TV and falls on Santino, he is so relaxed with his inked arms spread out on the armrest.

I can’t help but observe every curve on his body and notice the way the shirt clings to his muscles and shows off his great physique. He isn’t as huge as his brother, but he is ripped too, so very ripped.

I can’t keep my gaze away. Is it crazy that I want him too, the same way I want his brother?

He snaps his gaze on me and his eyes appear that dangerous reptilian appearance I see so much on Maximo. His nostrils flare and his gaze holds me captive.

“It’s rude to stare,” His reply is a growl, a dangerous warning. “It’s even ruder to get turned on while you stare.”

My cheeks hit up because he was right.

“Sorry,” I look back at the TV as I mutter in embarrassment.

“If it puts you to bed at night…” He doesn’t finish, he doesn’t need to know what he is implying.

I clear my throat and look ahead.

Maximo shows up in the living room, and I sink further into the couch, hoping I appear invisible.

I don't.

He sits right next to me and swings his large muscular arm on the headrest. His gaze pierces my left cheek, and I stare hard at the TV in front of me, hoping he doesn't attack for whatever reason. More like the bathroom reason or even the gym reason, oh gosh that's too many reasons.

“You know what, brother?” He starts, and I wish I could just disappear from these two brooding men.

“No, please, do tell brother. I am eager to know.” Santino lifts the controller and turns the TV off.

What a fucker!

I attempt to stand up, but Maximo’s large hand settles on my bare thigh, holding me in place.

Oh, goodness! The couch might as well open up and swallow me.

“You can't leave when the show has barely started.” He smirks at me, his eyes narrowing in a wicked glint.

The show was my humiliation of courses. I shouldn't have peeped on his private moment, and now I am paying the price for doing so.

Maximo is the devil in so many ways and I believe his brother is worse because he hides it, unlike him who openly shows it.

“Isn't that right, brother?” Maximo asks his twin who frowns at me before nodding his head. He is a man of little to no words after all. I feel stupid for expecting his calm sexy voice to grace my ears.

Doesn't he just sound sexier during s****l activities?

I need to get my mind out of the gutter.

“So this is what happened, I was in the gym shower beating my meat, and our little human over here was watching me, peaking into my private moment.” He says as he turns his head to smirk at me.

I didn't realize how close he was, sitting next to me, until I found myself getting lost in his icy gray eyes and our breaths mixing. A small gasp leaves my lips and his devious smile stretches further on his lips.

I swallow and watch the TV instead. I pretend to watch something on a black screen.

“Did she own up to it? It's rude to watch anyone in their private moment.” Santino fuels the conversation in the direction I don't want it to go.

“I asked her too and well, she didn't know how,” Maximo’s voice is a little sad and I know he is f*****g pretending.

What a prick!

I want to pull his ears out and bite his nose off.

Yes, like a rabbit animal.

“Mmmm, Calista, you need to own up to your actions. This house has certain rules you have to follow. If you weren't someone we were keeping to obtain something important to us, we would have gouged your eyes out for watching.” Santino’s voice drops to a serious tone and I shiver. In a way, I find him more dangerous than his brother, especially the fact that he always seems to calm his nerves down as if he is worried any moment he will explode and wreak havoc

With Maximo, we always know what to expect but with Santino, it's always a mystery, one that I am eager to solve. I just hope it’s solvable, unlike those mysteries.

“You hear that, Samantha,” Maximo whispers in my ear, and his hot breath on my neck makes me shiver.

“Ye… Ye… Yes…” I stutter, my eyes widening.

“Good, now spread your legs !” Maximo growls and my eyes bulge out.

“What…what… you can't be serious,” I am surprised by his sudden command yet excited at the same time.

“Brother, don't you want a taste? I am not selfish you know that,”

“It's what we normally do, after all, we share,” Santino stands up and in the next instant he is kneeling before my tightly shut legs.

What does he mean they share? Even their women? Yet again, I haven't seen them around any, I wouldn't know for sure.

I laugh nervously, “You both can’t be sure, I can bake a cake for you to say I am sorry,”

“Mmmmm,”

“A cake isn't enough to suffice when you can be the cake,” Maximo voices out. “Now lean back and close your eyes.”

On the outside I am scared as f**k, on the inside however I am doing backflips. With a ragged breath I do as I am told, I lean back and spread my legs apart for them.

“What do you want to do, brother?” Maximo says it out, I know It's for me to hear rather than for them to communicate.

“I think we should have a little taste,” I hear Santino reply.

“You are both playing with fire!” I say to them as my panties soak in anticipation.

“The one who played with fire is you,” Maximo replies, while Santino only hums before uttering.

“You smell that, she is turned on,” His voice appears by my ear and I gasp.

I can't keep up with their movements. They both place feather-light kisses all over my body. I keep my eyes shut and stop trying to guess who is who and just enjoy the feeling.

One bites the inside of my tightness lightly and I gasp at the feeling. I move towards him and his large hand holds me back. The over kisses my neck and the union has me moaning loudly like a little freak.

One of them hums at my reaction and I can only guess that it to be Santino, he does that a lot.

My fingers massage the top of my shots and circle on top of my clit. I am panting hard, and I attempt to open my eyes, only for one of them to place his large hand over my eyes, blocking me from the view.

“You like that, Samantha.” It's a statement from Santino, and his damn voice has me creaming my pants.

My grip on the headrest is tighter as a tongue glides its way from my knee to my inner thigh. I shiver at the feeling. My body is beyond excited, and they haven't made any attempt to remove any piece of clothing. And suddenly what I am wearing feels too tight on my body.

I am breathless, a hand finds its way to my boob and squeezes gently while lips suck and lick my neck.

I am going to explode, I can barely breathe anymore from what the guys are doing to me.

“Santino, I think that's all. We would have done more, but then she promised her heart to another man.” Maximo's words ring in my mind as they take all the action with them.

The f**k!

“Yes, it wouldn't be fair to please a woman who isn't ours to please after all,”

These men are playing with fire. They want to play this game, fine then.