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I bend a bit forward, pulling apart my cheeks. The panties go in my crack, leaving my ass cheeks almost fully visible. The atmosphere is tense, sexual tension is getting higher. Deciding to tease them more, I look over my shoulder, finding Liam and Zayn fast. I look in the camera Liam's holding, pouting my lips and making an innocent look.
"That's, um... G—great," Zayn stutters, adjusting his pants a bit. I don't smile even if I want, not wanting to break the character. That plan goes to hell when I see three figures standing next to the door behind the lights and the guys. My eyes widen and I let go of my cheeks, turning around and sitting on the floor. I pull my legs closer to my body, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
I didn't know there is someone else in the room.
Liam and Zayn look confused but then they look behind them and see figures. Zayn goes to them looking angry because they interrupted the photoshoot but he stops when he gets closer.
"Oh! Misters Styles!" the owners? Shit. "Why you didn't say anything?" Zayn asks as he shakes their hands.
"We didn't want to interrupt," one of them answers, voice deep and I swear I hear lust in it.
"This is Louis —"
"Oh, we know," that makes me blush for some reason. This doesn't happen with people I met, I don't know why they're different. "Seems like your stage name is right: you're a tease," I'm pretty sure it's not the same man talking that was taking before. His voice is lighter, but the lust is evident.
"Mr Malik, Mr Payne, please step out. Well take care of the rest and give Louis his schedule," another different voice, this one holds so much authority.
"Of course. Goodbye, Louis," Liam smiles at me and walk to the door.
"See you later or tomorrow, pretty," Zayn says, going after Liam. "Mr Styles," Zayn and Liam say together, slightly bowing. They leave the room and now I'm alone with three unknown faces. They're still in the shadows, standing there.
"Hi," I squeak out. I clear my throat, embarrassed.
"No need to be shy, little one," that authority voice says. They step into the light and I forget how to breathe. These men are the definition of perfection, hotness and domination. I feel myself wanting to open my legs and yell at them to take me. Their energy is just so... So something, it makes you submit so easily. I bet they have many gals and lads begging for them to fuck them. "I'm Edward."
Edward has the first few buttons of his shirt undone, letting me see he has tattoos and a necklace with the letter E. His voice is the deepest and most dominant sounding, his hair is short but it looks like he's letting it grow longer.
"I'm Harry," he has sunglasses on top of his head, the hair also shorter. Something silver is around his neck, I suppose a necklace with the letter H.
