When the Villains Unite - Chapter 17: Promise (4)

“So… could you rely on me a little more?” I asked, stepping closer to him, now just a breath away.

He inhaled sharply, his golden eyes widening slightly. For some reason, tonight Damian had a boyish quality about him, one that made him seem far more vulnerable than usual.

His hand twitched as he raised it toward me, hesitating. I caught his trembling hand and pressed it gently to my cheek.

“Alright,” he said, his voice soft.

“And… stop what you’ve been doing every morning,” I added with a teasing grin. “I don’t like it when you’re the only one enjoying yourself…”

“I’ll stop,” he said quickly, nodding.

“And one more thing—about your brother—”

“No,” he interrupted firmly, shaking his head.

I wasn’t surprised, but I sighed anyway. Damian was stubborn, and the mere mention of Belhark’s name was enough to shut him down. Their relationship needed mending, especially before our upcoming trip, but it seemed like a daunting task.

As I sighed, I noticed Damian’s gaze fixed on my lips, his golden eyes darkening with intent. His expression made it clear: I was about to be devoured.

But before he could make a move, I beat him to it. Standing on my tiptoes, I pressed a kiss to his lips. He responded immediately, lowering his head to deepen the kiss.

My hands trailed to the open collar of his loosely worn white shirt, my fingers brushing against the warm, bare skin beneath. He flinched slightly, clearly sensitive to my touch after so much time apart.

Without warning, he wrapped his left arm under my hips, lifting me effortlessly, while his right arm encircled my waist to hold me securely. The kiss deepened further, his warm breath filling my lungs as I exhaled in shallow, trembling sighs.

“If you rely on me any more than this, it’s going to get dangerous,” he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with restraint.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to handle it,” I replied, my tone light but inviting.

“…Sis,” he said, his voice dropping lower.

“Mm?”

“Should we… go inside?”

I wasn’t naïve enough to misunderstand what he meant. Even though it was night, the Duke’s estate was far from empty, and there were always eyes watching.

Is Damian finally learning a little patience? I wondered, suppressing a grin.

Smiling gently, I placed my hand over his much larger one. He nodded, his steps quick but purposeful as he escorted me back to the mansion.

As soon as we entered the mansion, Damian excused himself to take a quick shower. Left alone, I sat quietly, staring at the half-eaten cookie I’d left on the table earlier. The sound of running water from the bathroom filled the room, a soft melody that only made time seem to drag on even slower.

I couldn’t ignore how much anticipation was bubbling up inside me. I was waiting for him, and the seconds felt heavier than usual.

But then, out of nowhere, a gust of wind swirled around me, enveloping me entirely.

“What—?!”

Before I could react, the familiar sensation of being pulled through space overwhelmed me. The swirling wind wrapped tighter, and the next thing I knew, I was no longer sitting in Damian’s room.

Instead, I found myself in Belhark’s bedroom.

“What the… How… No, why?!” I demanded, still disoriented.

“Just thought I’d practice my summoning spells,” Belhark replied smoothly, though the mischievous smirk on his face told me otherwise.

To make matters worse, I wasn’t just standing in his room—I was sitting directly on his lap, straddling one of his thighs. His strong hands rested on my waist, holding me in place with an ease that felt deliberate.

His smile, though charming, was undeniably calculated. I immediately realized what this was about: he wasn’t happy with my earlier announcement that I’d be spending the night with Damian. Using magic he rarely employed, Belhark had clearly decided to make his feelings known.

This wasn’t just playful. It was a statement: he wasn’t willing to yield to his younger brother, not even for one night.

If Damian found out about this… there would be hell to pay.

The absurdity of it all made me mutter under my breath, “…You petty man…”

Belhark chuckled softly, clearly amused by my remark. “I don’t recall ever allowing you to sleep with Damian tonight, Rose,” he said smoothly, his grip tightening ever so slightly on my waist.

He wasn’t wrong. He’d never explicitly agreed to it—I had simply assumed he would. My overconfidence in thinking he’d be fine with it had been my mistake.

Now I was torn. Should I insist on going back to Damian, or should I stay here and deal with Belhark?

Wait, why am I even stuck in this dilemma? I thought, exasperated. I’ve already chosen both of them—there shouldn’t even be sides anymore!

Before I could make up my mind, however, the decision was ripped away from me.

BANG!

The sound of the door slamming open reverberated through the room, startling both of us.

Standing in the doorway, his wet hair dripping from a freshly finished shower, was Damian. His piercing golden eyes instantly locked onto Belhark and me.

As expected, his handsome face twisted into a furious scowl, his gaze burning with barely restrained anger.

Great, I thought, suddenly feeling like the proverbial shrimp caught between two warring whales.

Belhark, ever calm under pressure, maintained his grip on me and gazed at Damian with his usual smug expression, as if daring him to react. Damian, on the other hand, looked like he was ready to throw his brother out the window.

And there I was, caught in the middle, glancing nervously between them, unsure of how to defuse the inevitable storm.

“Um, hey, Belhark… could you maybe move your hand from my waist first?” I said hesitantly, trying to defuse the growing tension between the brothers.

Belhark, still entirely composed, tightened his hold slightly as he turned his piercing gaze to Damian. “Weren’t you planning to live a virtuous, monk-like life, little brother? Then why go out of your way to follow us here?” he asked, his tone smooth but biting.

Damian scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Funny. If I weren’t chosen, I’d at least have the decency to stay quiet instead of throwing tantrums.”

“Uh, guys…” I interjected weakly, my voice drowned out by their escalating bickering.

Belhark’s expression darkened slightly as he looked down at me. “Rose, your kindness is a curse—you’re far too generous with a scoundrel like him,” he said smoothly, ignoring Damian entirely.

Damian’s jaw clenched at his brother’s jab. “Who would’ve thought the head of House Orca could be such a petty man,” he shot back, his golden eyes narrowing.

And there I was, stuck between two men whose mere presence could intimidate anyone, yet they were actively trying to kill each other with words—and glares. Their auras, though subdued to avoid affecting me, were still oppressive enough to make my skin prickle with nervous energy.

The standoff felt endless, and I swallowed hard, the audible gulp breaking the tense silence. Both of them turned to look at me at the same time, their intense gazes pinning me in place.

“Why are you looking at me like that…?” I stammered, shifting uncomfortably.

“Rose, I want you to stay here,” Belhark said firmly.

Damian immediately countered, “Come on, sis. You’ve already made your choice. Let’s go back to my room. Yeah?”

Their voices softened when they spoke to me, but their eyes remained sharp as they glared at each other. Clearly, they were waiting for me to make a decision.

This is too much pressure! I thought, sweating under their expectant stares.

I hesitated, glancing between them. “Uh… Do I have to choose just one?”

Both of them blinked, surprised by my question.

“Can’t we… I don’t know, just stay together? I mean, I want to be with both of you,” I said carefully, watching their reactions.

The room went silent for a long, uncomfortable moment.

“I mean… it’s not like we can go on like this forever, taking turns,” I added nervously. “Honestly, I feel most comfortable when all three of us are together… and, uh, even when… you know, we’re… intimate, I prefer it when it’s the two of you together—oh! I didn’t mean to say it like that…”

My voice trailed off as I realized what I’d just admitted. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I glanced at them for a response, half expecting to be scolded or rejected outright.

But to my surprise, Damian was the first to break the silence.

“Well… if that’s what you want, sis… I’ll go along with it,” he said, his voice soft but steady.

I blinked in shock. “Oh… I wasn’t expecting you to agree so easily. What about you, Belhark?”

Belhark’s eyes gleamed with amusement, and his lips curled into a sly smile. “So, what you’re saying is… you prefer it when we’re both taking care of you together?”

“U-uh… y-yeah…” I stammered, feeling like I’d just confessed to something scandalous.

But it wasn’t a lie. The times when they worked together to overwhelm me, filling every part of me with their unrelenting attention, were the most intensely satisfying. My smaller body would be completely claimed, leaving no room for thought—only raw sensation. Even the memory of those moments made my face heat up.

The feeling of being completely filled, front and back, as they poured their desires into me was unparalleled. The sensation of my entire body being utterly dominated, submerged in waves of pleasure, was so addictive that once experienced, it became impossible to forget.

Even as Damian agreed, I wasn’t entirely sure whether his words held genuine acceptance or if he was simply trying to appease me. However, my doubts didn’t last long.

“Hah… are you already excited at the thought, sis?” Damian teased, his golden eyes glinting mischievously.

“I am not!” I snapped back, my face flushing bright red.

“Do you know,” Damian continued, his voice low and teasing, “that whenever you’re thinking about something dirty involving us, your breathing gets all weird?”

Belhark chuckled from behind me, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “Her pulse quickens too,” he added smoothly, his hand brushing lightly against my waist, as though he could feel the evidence himself.

Are they monsters or something? They had noticed changes in my body that even I hadn’t been aware of.

The realization that I had indeed been entertaining inappropriate thoughts made my face heat up in embarrassment, my cheeks flushing a deep red.

Before I could say anything, I felt a large hand on my hip. Belhark’s hand, bold and deliberate, traced along the curve of my backside, his touch slow and teasing. The sensation made me gasp softly, my breath catching in my throat.

Are they seriously planning to do this right now?

As if in answer to my unspoken question, Damian stepped closer, his movements calm and confident despite the tension between us just moments ago.

How could they argue so fiercely one moment and then seamlessly cooperate in this? It was baffling.

“W-wait! Weren’t you two just fighting—”

“What’s more important,” Damian interrupted, his voice smooth, “is what you want to do.”

“Exactly,” Belhark added, his tone low as he smirked. “Focus, Rose.”

Am I the only one feeling confused right now?!

Damian leaned in, his calloused hand brushing against my cheek before sliding down to the sensitive skin of my neck. The roughness of his fingers heightened every touch, and just as he’d teased earlier, my breathing grew unsteady.

Meanwhile, Belhark was already working on undoing the knots of my indoor dress. His hands moved with practiced ease, loosening the fabric until it began to slip away.

Frozen in place, I could only watch as Belhark’s hands moved skillfully. Damian, noticing my distraction, tilted my chin upward and began pressing soft, deliberate kisses to my face—my forehead, cheeks, and finally my lips.

“Mm…!” I whimpered softly, startled by the sudden intimacy.

Belhark, having fully undone my dress, pushed the fabric upward until it bunched at my waist. Damian took over, sliding it up and over my head in one smooth motion, leaving me in only my undergarments.

Belhark sat up straighter, his long fingers skimming over the thin fabric of my underwear, teasing me through the barrier. I couldn’t help but shiver at the sensation.

I instinctively placed my hands on his well-defined abs, feeling the firm ridges of muscle beneath my fingers. Before I could react further, his hands moved upward, cupping my chest firmly, his touch making me gasp.

Belhark, apparently frustrated by the remaining barrier, swiftly removed my underwear without hesitation, his deft hands leaving no room for protest.

“Ah…!” I gasped softly, the cool air against my bare skin sending a shiver through me.

But Damian seemed displeased with my position atop Belhark. Without warning, his strong hands gripped my waist and effortlessly turned me around, repositioning me so that I was facing away from Belhark, now straddling Damian instead.

With a deliberate slowness, Damian leaned down, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Each kiss sent a tingling sensation up my spine, leaving me breathless.

Belhark, unbothered by the sudden change, wasted no time. He captured my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue hot and insistent as it slipped past my lips, completely dominating me.

While his kiss left me reeling, his hands wandered upward, settling over my now-exposed chest. His fingers molded against the sensitive skin, kneading and teasing with an expertise that left me gasping into his mouth.

“Haah… mmnh…!”

Damian slowly sucked on the soft flesh of my inner thigh, teasingly nibbling with his teeth. His actions felt deliberate, as if he were trying to imprint himself onto me, to mark me as his.