Twin Tormentors By RARE

Chapter 47

LEIGH-ARI

It has been TWO-FULL dang days and the boys haven’t said a single word to each other. I was honestly out of words or even means to try to get them to make up. I have tried. Trust me I have. But they were way too stubborn to even listen to me.

They even stopped coming to bed at night. They slept in their separate rooms to avoid bumping into one another. They were that pigheaded.

The first morning after the incident, at the breakfast table, the atmosphere had been so tense that all you could hear was the sound of knives and forks clanging against the plates, the rapid chewing, and the swallowing. I swear you could have taken an ax, then plucked it out. Even a steak knife wouldn’t cut through it. No one said any word, and heck, I was so out of it.

Dealing with the Cattanio twins reduced my life span by a hundred years. I swear if God meant for me to live 130 years, then I was going to die at 30, young and ugly.

A sudden thought suddenly crossed my mind. If this one failed, then fuck them!

I was going to bomb this dang castle.

“Raquel?” I called out from my lounger and Raquel came to me.

“Yes, M’lady?”

“Between a swimwear and a lingerie, which one is suitable for jacuzzi?” I suddenly missed Laura, because she was going to doll me up within seconds and help me with the whole setup.

“Anything that you will be comfortable in, M’lady.” She replied earnestly,

“What would you suggest I wear?”

“If you are alone then you can enjoy the bath while naked, it is the most relaxing that way. But if you will be having company, a nice bra and a lace thong can do the trick. That’s only if the company is well… one of the bosses or both. But when you are with your friends, swimwear is okay.” She explained briefly and I so wanted to kiss her.

I grinned and tore from the lounger, then kissed her cheek and ran into the house.

“I hope you are not going to do anything stupid this time, M’lady.” Her voice called out from behind me.

“Don’t worry. I learned my lesson. The bombs nearly whacked me.” I said through fits of laughter. Because heck! That was one for the books.

We walked to my bedroom and upon reaching, walked straight into the closet and went through my lingerie collection.

I scrunched my nose at the piece of strings she held up in the air, I was even surprised that I had some of the items.

Since her arrival, Raquel has been taking care of my shopping, while she had a smashing taste, some of the pieces in her were meshuga. I mean they were literally strings attached with rings and then that was it! You have to put that thing on! Nope! Not me. 1

We settled with a black lace bralette that cupped my breasts firmly, pushing them together to create that bewitching, irresistible cleavage. The base of the bralette wrapped to my back and was held together by the snaps. The top of it was held up by the knot I fixed at the back of my neck. The bralette went with the matching lace thong that cupped my coochie all nice and well and then disappeared completely in my butt crack, leaving my plump ass cheeks to the display. The feast for their eyes.

Raquel insisted on a gold body chain that hung high on my waist and looped down my two thighs, clasping just right behind my mid-thigh. The body chain was like a garter belt.

After trying it on, I knew it was going to work.

Step 1! Find a sexy thing to wear. (CHECK!)

I quickly shrugged them off and gave her a list of things that she needed to bring, fresh lemons, salt, vodka, bourbon (the special bottle), strawberries, chocolate, and many more. Verzi had a crazy sweet tooth, while Enzo was hard on his liquor and I was going to take advantage of that.

Step 2. Bring together everything they loved. (Check.) While Raquel left to collect the ingredients, I padded to the room across the hallway and opened it, revealing a giant-ass room with a big jacuzzi in the middle and the big floor-to ceiling window.

This room had a very different interior in comparison with the rest of the house.

The whole room was covered in the rich oak tree, from the floor to the walls and the ceiling. The light bulbs were drilled into the ceiling, making the light to be very dim, yet so cozy.

I pressed the button on my right and the grey curtains covering the window slit open, revealing the nice warm afternoon sun outside.

I walked around and brought forward everything that was going to be used tonight, and once everything was ready, I slipped out and gently closed the door.

Step 3. Setup the jacuzzi. (Check.)

When all was said and done, I left the west wing and went straight to Verzi’s office. However, he wasn’t in.

So I walked around until I found him punching the living life out of a speedbag. Instead of telling him to stop, I just leaned against the door-seal and watched him.

Their private gym was also humongous, just like the rest of their things here. It had everything you could possibly think of, from the treadmills to the cheesy-ass dumbells and

more.

It took him quite some time to realize that I was there. But knowing him, he was aware that h e had an audience. After 5 minutes of him kicking the punching bag, he stood back and his eyes landed on me. The look on his face softened, but the deep furrows on his forehead remained

“Why so furious at the punching bag?” I teased walking deeper into the gym. He pulled back from the bag and yanked off the straps of his gloves.

“What are you doing here?” He asked instead, in his usual cold voice.

I shrugged casually and took small steps towards him, my eyes roaming around the gym.

“Nah! Nothing much. Just bored. So I thought of doing something less risky this time.” I replied smiling at him. The furrows on his forehead deepened as I stood a centimeter from him, my boobs brushing against his chest.

“I am sweaty.” He pointed out the obvious.

“I know.”

“I need to take a bath.”

“I know.” My eyes were glued on his perfectly sculpted face, his sharp jawline, and the tattoos on his face. Who would have thought that there would be a time I stand in front of him without wetting my

pants?

My eyes dropped to a giant face of a roaring lion inked across his perfect chest, my hand reached up and I gently brushed the deep scar that was covered by the mane of the lion, tearing a small shudder out of him. His skin was gummy with sweat. But I did not mind. I came in here for a reason, and I was going to accomplish it.

“What caused this one?” I whispered gently,

“A blade. We ambushed a base in Russia and they threw blades at us. I wasn’t wearing protective gear.” He explained and I nodded. That was enough. I didn’t need him to explain further because he didn’t know how to. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

I slowly leaned on his chest and pecked my lips right on the scar, causing him to gasp from shock. My lips lingered for a long minute on his chest, and then I pulled back and smiled at him.

He just stared down at me like I had stolen his lollipop. That look didn’t scare me anymore. I saw it in the morning when I woke up; saw it again before sleep washed over me at night.

“Care to join me in the Jacuzzi?” I asked trailing my fingers up and down his chest. His muscles rippled from the contact.

“Which one?”

“Our floor. I haven’t used that one since I arrived here. Let’s pop its cherry.” I said teasingly causing him to smirk.

“Time?”

“A little after 8. Then we will see what happens next.” I seductively stated and licked my bottom lip. He rewarded me with a guttural sound that reached deep inside my panties, his arms grasping on my lean

waist.

“Hmmmm!” He said plainly. I snaked my arms around his neck and pulled his head down, then stood on my tip-toes and whispered:

“You don’t want to miss out.” After that, I quickly perked his lips and left him there, with a huge boner tenting in his pants.

His stare boreholes behind my back as I exited the gym without much of a back glance.

Step 4. Get one hooked! (CHECKED.) A few more steps to go and I will be having them right where I needed them