Chapter 703
Chapter 703:
Caught in the middle of their power struggle, I felt overwhelmed and finally voiced my discomfort. “This is a haunted house, not the palace. Don’t you think this is inappropriate?”
“Inappropriate? How so?” Bryan said with a mischievous grin, then leaned down to kiss me.
Stunned, I managed to stammer, “Uh… there are cameras watching… Uh…”
With a casual flick of his wrist, there was a loud bang, as though something had been destroyed. He pulled back with a smirk, pleased with himself. “There, no more cameras.”
Feeling both angry and powerless, I didn’t know what to do next. With the surveillance gone, Bryan grew bolder, his hands slipping beneath my clothes.
Clayton, not to be outdone, moved closer and kissed me deeply.
“Mmm…” I struggled to free myself but couldn’t. My mind urged me to resist this madness, yet a part of me was secretly thrilled by the idea of being touched in such a forbidden place.
As I returned Clayton’s kiss, I felt Bryan lift my top. His hands roamed from my abdomen to my breasts, kneading and squeezing them. Shivers ran through me, and my nipples grew taut under his touch.
As my excitement mounted, my skirt was raised. A hand pressed at my waist while another tugged at my underwear, fingers slipping lower to explore the growing wetness between my legs.
Instinctively, I tried to close my legs, but the persistent fingers between them refused to allow it, parting my moist folds and teasing the sensitive skin within. My knees weakened, and I leaned heavily against the two princes. Both were now visibly aroused—their hardened lengths pressed against my waist and lower abdomen, their urgency evident even through their clothing.
I gasped as Clayton’s kiss ended, pushing weakly against his chest. “No… We shouldn’t… We’re outside…”
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“How can you say that now?” Bryan’s voice was deep, magnetic in the darkness. “You’re already so wet. I have to please you.”
Then Clayton guided me backward, settling onto a sofa scattered with game keys. He positioned me facing Bryan, spreading my legs wide. Held firmly in Clayton’s grasp, I felt his delicate fingers exploring me, tracing and parting my folds until I was fully exposed.
The next moment, Bryan’s hard length pressed against my entrance, pushed inside, parted my inner walls, and began thrusting with a steady, relentless rhythm.
“Argh…” I moaned, torn between resistance and surrender.
Just then, someone in the room triggered a hidden mechanism. Eerie, ghostly wails echoed around us, startling me into clenching tightly around Bryan.
He inhaled sharply. “Relax. Don’t be frightened. You’re squeezing me too tight.”
I drew a shaky breath, trying to calm my haunted-house nerves, instinctively curling closer into Clayton’s embrace. The movement only heightened his arousal—I felt his hardness press firmly against my backside.
The chilling atmosphere seemed to unleash something primal in them. Clayton’s fingers skillfully teased my clit while his other hand fondled my breast, pulling even more unrestrained moans from me. As Bryan thrust deeper, Clayton nudged my body forward, granting him greater access.
“Argh… No… Stop…” My protests faded into breathless whimpers beneath their combined touch.
Clayton laid me fully back on the sofa, and soon a second hardened length pressed into me alongside the first, stretching me intimately, filling me completely.
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