Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 289

Chapter 289: 289-Hooking Up

Gigi:

He was making such loud smacking noises, leaving wet smooches across my breasts whenever he pulled his mouth away.

Then he lifted his head and moved to my other breast, reaching for the center of my dress and tearing the fabric apart.

His hands moved beneath my breasts, lifting them and drawing them closer together.

I watched him stare at them hungrily.

It felt so taboo.

So good.

He pushed both my nipples together, then stuck out his tongue and licked across them before trying to draw both into his mouth.

But that was when his eyes lifted to mine, and he immediately stopped.

He pulled away from me so abruptly that he nearly fell off the bed.

I quickly grabbed a pillow and pressed it over my chest, staring at him in shock.

"What just happened?" he asked, touching the back of his head in confusion.

"I don’t know," I replied, hugging the pillow. "You just started licking me and kissing me."

I tried to act as though I had no idea what had happened, as though I hadn’t participated at all.

The thing was, he was supposed to act as if I were single. It didn’t matter whether he liked someone or whether Ragnar liked me.

This was exactly what the sacrifice was doing.

When they were alone with me, all those restrictions disappeared from their minds.

That was why he had done all of that.

Which meant that if Ragnar and Verity weren’t in the picture, this was what he would have wanted to do to me.

But somehow, he had stopped himself once our eyes met, possibly because that moment of recognition broke whatever had taken over him.

Then I heard a voice.

It was my brother fucking yelling from the living room.

He had broken Theodore’s focus.

"Where is my drink?" Oliver screamed.

I secretly scrunched my face while Theodore turned toward the door, then looked back at me.

He rushed over and locked the door so Oliver couldn’t come inside and find us like that.

I got off the bed and hurried into the bathroom.

Once inside, I nearly punched the wall.

It had been so much fun.

I was so wet between my legs.

I pulled on a sweater.

By the time I walked back out, Theodore was gone.

"What was that about? He just bolted out."

Oliver came into my room, clearly unaware that Theodore had been in my bedroom just moments earlier.

"Yeah, he was trying to fix the curtains in my room. Why? Did he hurt himself and leave?" I asked, trying to sound innocent.

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