Right when I was about to reach the climax, they both stopped. She got on top of me and skillfully flipped me over, pressing my womanhood against one of her long legs. Then she positioned me in the middle and began to kiss me. I watched Killian pull back the sheets to see our breasts rubbing together, and then I felt him behind me…
She told me she loved me and, with her perfect hands, lifted my ass to position me.
Killian took me by the waist from behind, hard and firm. She whispered to me:
"Press your lips against mine so I can feel it too. I want you to bite me every time he enters you."
I obeyed… I was trembling. Killian's massive manhood had me completely. She grabbed me by the shoulders… burning with passion, I asked them:
"What are you going to do to me?"
And when I couldn't hold back the whimpering groan Killian forced out of me as he slid inside, she answered, her lips pressed against mine:
"You're the one doing this to us. Ever since the first time I saw you, you've driven me crazy…"
Right then, for the third time in just a few hours, my mind slipped away. Now everything was pure sensation, and that guided my will… I needed them, both of them. I wanted Killian to make love to me while she watched, burning up right along with me. I knew I was being daring, I can't deny it, but guilt and regret felt like they belonged to another world—not ours, not the one in this bed where Killian and Evangelina are royalty. And me? I'm just celebrating that I'm young, that an immortal god and goddess have descended from Olympus straight into my bed… Yes, I've made up my mind: nobody is sleeping tonight.
There was a whole chapter in the history of that bed dedicated entirely to my breasts. They both kissed them, and I… I couldn't tear my eyes away from the two of them, insisting on feeding on me, looking at each other, competing to make me feel more and more intensely.
We reached the climax—first me, with my lip biting hers, then Killian, and finally Evangelina, who never once stopped looking at us. I lay back as the two of them wrapped their arms around me, all of us breathing heavily.
A few minutes later, I realized they couldn't help but keep kissing me… on my hands, on my shoulders… I can only use one word: happiness. Beautiful, powerful, completely surrendered at my feet. They didn't even interact with each other, except when they came together inside me. Everything about the two of them had my name written on it: Carmilla… Carmilla. They told me they loved me over and over again, and they proved it. Killian fell asleep first. Evangelina began spacing out the tiny kisses she pressed into my shoulder until she fell fast asleep with a smile.
I closed my eyes once and everything went black… When I woke up, they were exactly the same, sleeping like two tall columns flanking me. Irina was waiting for me at the racetrack. As I got up to take a shower, I turned around to look at them: both of them naked, one on each side of the bed. Without the rush of arousal, I couldn't understand how they could possibly be into me…
Stepping into the water took serious deliberation… think about it, girl, put yourself in my shoes: is it really okay to leave them alone? I couldn't get that question out of my head. What if one of them wakes up and realizes the truth? What if Killian opens his eyes and sees that Evangelina is made for him, that they fit together perfectly? But then something even worse occurred to me.
After my shower, I changed and got ready to leave… Plan A: wake Evangelina up and ask her to come with me. Plan B: do the same with both of them. Plan C: leave them sleeping, risking that they won't want me anymore when I get back, that they'll fall in love with someone of their own kind.
Evangelina was having a nightmare… her eyes darted rapidly under her eyelids, and she whispered, "No, no, you won't escape," before settling back into a peaceful sleep. I covered her gently, placed a pillow between them—as if that could stop them from loving each other—and got out of there. You want to know why? Because of "the certainty"… that man resting like a gladiator after battle… he would marry me someday, and I had no doubts about it.
I took the Corvette, opened the gates, and drove out so slowly that the journalists managed to snap a thousand photos of me behind the wheel. To make matters worse, one of them shouted while chasing me down with a microphone:
"What do you think about Killian and Evangelina Bance's romance? Is it true that's why you left? What do you have to say about what's happening to your ex-boyfriends?"
I shot her a venomous look, completely unaware at the time, girl, that her last question wasn't about Killian, but about those clout-chasers who claimed they'd dated me. Something was happening to them—something bad.
Irina is like a wise master, the kind you only see in movies, training the hero for the final battle. She showed me how to warm up again, but this time she held pads, marking exactly where I needed to land a knee strike and then a punch. She didn't let me slack off: one movement after another, until I couldn't feel my legs or my arms… only then did she put me in the Corvette and force me to speed down the track, brake, turn, and accelerate; reverse, brake, turn, and floor it…
I had a blast and, for the first time, without her having to say a word, I felt like cars and I had finally made peace.
This time she lent me her own truck to head back… orange, flashy, and powerful. No, I wasn't expecting it, but driving it turned out to be a breeze.
The moment the gate opened, the ghost of what had happened in my bed hit me so hard that I walked inside with my eyes practically shut, like someone terrified of what they might find. Killian walked out, kissed me on the mouth, and said:
"We need to talk. Something happened with Evangelina."
I went pale, then furious. Even though I tried to hide it, I needed a few seconds to remind myself that I was an idiot for leaving those two naked so close together… Imagine my face, girl, as he narrated:
Killian took a deep breath and said, "When I woke up, she had her hand on my shoulder, and since I didn't really know where I was, I thought it was you and turned around to grab you. She was lying on the pillow you left, naked, with her hair covering part of her face, asleep… but she was talking. And I heard her say in this creepy, graveyard voice: 'If you bother Carmilla again, I'll break your legs too.' She scared the absolute shit out of me, I thought she was possessed, it was horrible. I got dressed and went out to have breakfast; I even locked the door just in case. Of course it was just a dream, but the important thing here is…"
Like a fool, I cut him off and asked, trying to sound aloof and unbothered, "So, nothing happened between you two? No kissing, nothing I should know about?"
He replied, looking confused, "No, no way. I could relive last night a thousand times, but I can't take my eyes off you. I love you. I guess you haven't heard—I didn't want to bring it up, but… on the news, there were a few guys looking for fame, claiming they used to date you."
Relieved and a bit embarrassed by my own jealousy, I said happily, "Oh yeah, I saw two idiots and thought it was kind of cute. They were charming, just really bad at hiding that they were trying to gain followers…"
Killian said, "No, I don't mean those two. Another guy went on a couple of shows and said some really nasty things about you, claiming that you saved your life thanks to him… typical asshole move. The thing is, yesterday after Evangelina left, he was walking toward your gate with a camera crew behind him. Of course, security didn't let him past the gate, but the footage shows Evangelina stopping her cars and witnessing this idiot, named Trevor Tucson, screaming that you were a freeloading slut and worse…"
I interrupted him and said, "I've never met a Trevor, and I didn't date a single man before coming to the Longfield mansion. You know that better than anyone. You were the first."
Killian told me, "Of course, that's not the point. Today that Trevor guy gave an interview from the hospital, apologizing, swearing he didn't mean to offend anyone and that it was all just a joke… Both of his arms were fractured, in casts, with his fingers completely bruised purple. The scumbag said he fell off a motorcycle… but come on, do you think Evangelina ordered it? Sleeping, she said: 'If you bother Carmilla again, I'm going to break your legs too.'"
I froze. Naturally, I said, "Let's go ask her."
She was on the phone, looking gorgeous, wearing a skirt of mine she must have found in a drawer—a really short one—and the cotton tee she never actually used as pajamas. She hung up when she saw me and came over to kiss me on the mouth. I pulled back and said:
"Did you order a hit on some guy named Trevor?"
She replied, genuinely surprised, "No. I really wanted to kill him for making up those atrocities, but someone beat me to it. I actually dreamed about that asshole… I was so proud of myself for breaking his arms… but no, then I woke up and got sad that it wasn't me. And there are two more, guys who weren't even that rude. One got hit by a car and will never walk again, and the other got his jaw shattered in multiple places."
I know she's not lying, it wasn't her… damn it, Lucius? He didn't confirm if he was coming tonight… no, Lucius… what did you do?
Everyone's phone buzzed at the same time. It was a text from Bruce: he's coming to my party. Evangelina gets nervous like a teenager… Bruce also asks if we saw the news about that idiot Trevor Tucson and the other alleged ex-boyfriends of mine. The final text reads: "I'm bringing a plus-one, she's a good woman."
His cousin couldn't hide her annoyance and threw her phone on top of the high kitchen cabinet, saying:
"I am not looking at my phone until tomorrow. And here I thought I was so smart—I can never figure him out!"
I didn't even need to ask Killian about his brother. He texted him and got a reply within a minute. Lucius said: "I don't know, Sarah arrives in two hours, maybe we'll go."
Inside, I thought, Concentrate, Carmilla, this needs to be a party, just have fun, just be happy… But I couldn't shake the feeling that something extraordinary was going to happen tonight.