"Wren! Come on!" Enzo shouts from the bottom of the stairs. It's fifteen minutes to five, and the three of us are ready to go, but she's still closed up in her room.
"If you're not down here in five minutes, I'm coming up there and dragging you down here myself!" Santiago yells.
"I'm coming right down! Just putting on my heels!" Her voice travels down the stairs in a small yell.
"What exactly is she doing that takes so long?" Enzo grunts.
"Would you two pull the sticks out of your butts? Girls take longer to get ready. You know this," I say. The sound of heels clicking on the hardwood floor brings our attention to the top of the stairs.
Fuck. Me.
A tight dark, emerald green dress wraps around Wren's body like a second skin, hugging her curves and showing off every asset she has. The thin straps holding the dress up look like they could easily be ripped off her shoulders, and the black heels that she's wearing makes her legs look longer. The dress has a low neckline, showing off her cleavage, and it only comes down to mid-thigh, showcasing as much skin as possible without being half-naked. Her plump lips are coated in a dark red lipstick, yet they still look soft. And the winged eyeliner accentuates the nude eyeshadow that makes her features pop. Her black hair is curled, resting around her shoulders and back like a curtain. She looks stunning. I could devour her. My dick twitches in the pants of my suit, and I know for a fact that both Santiago and Enzo are dealing with the same issue.
"What are you wearing?" Enzo asks, but his voice is gruff—almost husky.
"A dress."
"Aren't you supposed to be fitting in and not drawing attention? You do remember you have a target on your back, right?"
"I would look more out of place in a tee shirt and shorts," she sasses, crossing her arms as she steps off the last stair. Her cleavage exaggerates with her arms crossed, her tits pushing up and practically spilling out of the dress.
"You look like a whore," Santiago growls. He sounds angry, but we can all tell it's obviously lust.
"And you three look handsome," she smirks. "Don't get mad at me because you want to rip my dress off and fuck me until sunrise."
"You're right," Santiago says lowly as he steps closer to her, "I do want to fuck you until sunrise. I want to fuck you until you're screaming my name so loud that you lose your voice. Until the only thing you can remember is my name. Until you're shaking, and begging for it to stop." He grabs her waist and pulls her into his chest, bringing his lips to her ear. "I want to ravish you until every other man is ruined for you, and I'm the only one who can ever make you come again." Her breathing gets heavier as Santiago lets go and steps away.
"Let's go," Enzo says, subtly adjusting his pants. I wrap an arm around Wren's waist and lead her to the car.
"You stay with us at all times tonight. Is that understood?" I ask.
"Yes," she responds breathily, obviously still in shock from Santiago's confession. I nip at her earlobe playfully.
"Maybe, if you're a good girl for us tonight, Santiago will turn some of those words into actions," I whisper. A subtle chill runs through her body from my words, and goosebumps appear on her skin. Tonight is going to be fun.
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Weaponizing Wren
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