Page 29 of TAINTED by TWINS

They clamped my mouth shut as Jade tongued my insides, while Jonah jerked against my lips without putting it inside. I looked up at him asking why he won't let me wrap my lips around it, but he looks down at me with his half-lidded eyes, denying me the pleasure.

"Jonah..." I moan, when in fact it was Jade who made my throat mewl when his tip peeked inside. I looked back, only for my hair to have a grip so rough, it forced me to face a calmly pissed Jonah.

"You'll trust us, won't you darling?" He traced my lips as I groan from Jade's entrance, wincing in pain until Jonah grabbed my chin. "Would you trust us to take care of a flower instead of plucking it from its stem?"

I breathed out, unable to think with his eyes on mine and Jade in me. He started moving, which made me cry out. Thankfully Jonah was with me, licking my lips but not quite kissing me. Jade is pushing into me... "... hurts. Please, Jonah...!"

"Please what? Jade is the one hurting you..." Jonah chuckled.

"Relax, Jade..." Jonah runs his hand down my spine, before presenting me with his own member. "Both of you are very impatient. Begging me to use your mouth, really Lian? Is that how your mother raised you?"

"I second that," Jade laughs as he grabbed my hair and screwed me until I had to yell. Jonah quite literally had to plug up my mouth. "Mmm!! Urrrgg..."

"Like that, sweetheart?" Jade asked from behind, holding either side of my hips to slam his own against mine.

"Nnnhhh!" I want him to slow down, so I won't choke on Jonah's identical one. It feels weird... but honestly... fulfilling, to be full on either side. Jonah is gently caressing my face to encourage me, while Jade is bullying me from behind.

"Already?" Jonah teased.

Don't yell! "MMMMM!"

"Lian said to suck it up, Jade..." Jonah chuckled, so I hit his thighs. But instead, he plunged deeper into my throat and my struggle made him throw his head back in pleasure. When I choked, he pulled out just to put his thumb in my mouth and open my jaw. "Such a good boy, Lian..."

"I can't—! Jade is too rough, Jonah... please, slow down."

"This is your punishment for even trying to break up with us.

" Jonah stared at his brother from behind me.

"We're not done yet. Everyone who did you wrong will pay.

Including you, who has been doubting this beautiful body as if you're worthless.

You need to know better than to think we're gonna let you do that to yourself. "

"Ahhh!" I cried out, "I—I...! I... I can't... break up with you... I can't... stay away... please don't... leave me! Boys... please... I... I need... h... ! Don't—! Don't be too rough! I'm yours, I swear! I swear, I'm yours! I want to be yours!"

Jonah's eyes snap to Jade as the latter slammed his entire being into me as well as owned my insides with his climax, coating every wall the moment I submit.

Suddenly, a knock came from the door. "Lian, my love? Why are you yelling? Are you... okay?"

I couldn't even answer my mom. My soul and being is coating Jonah's hand like spilled syrup. I came all over him... but they weren't done with me. No, they can't leave me yet. Not until they've cleansed me from all the pain and replaced it with pleasure.

But... ugh, I still have to rub my morning wood just thinking about the twins. It's different... how is it so different?

I got dressed, put on a pimple patch, made breakfast for my mother and judge her for tripping in the living room wearing one of her new shoes.

My mom has too many shoes. There's so many food in the fridge.

And the pathway leading to our door... I tapped my feet on freshly baked concrete, only now realizing after my mind has been driven to places I never wanted to be in.

I've been driven nuts to the point I didn't realize our entire yard is green? !

"Did the twins...?" Hmm... was it them? Or do I have other problems I need to worry about?

"... haha, imagine? Him and Jonah?"

"Poor Jonah...he doesn't need to suck up to him for grades."

"I would suck up to him for free, not gonna lie."

Before I went into the classroom, I got blocked by an arm of a student, leaning against the doorway and staring me down. "Hey, Mr Miller. Y'know I'm failing right now and... I 'be willing to hit it if you can just ace me up?"

Disgusting. He even went as far as to grab my arm, and I winced, "Don't touch me—"

"Artie? Can you please take your hands off the teacher, I bet you haven't washed that after jerking it to anime milfs giving birth," Spits out Sasha, who tore the student's hand off my arm. I couldn't meet his eyes, not while everyone's gaze are on me.

My world spun when Sasha said, "Come on guys, we all know Mr Miller is just having fun being dirty, but he doesn't want to be filthy just getting touched by anyone. At least Jonah washes his hands... doesn't he, Sir?"

Everyone in the classroom laughed, and I meant to ignore them and walk to my desk, but Sasha blocked my way.

"Relax, Mr Miller. We're just jealous. Not everyone gets to kiss that face of yours." As he makes everyone laugh, Sasha grabs my arm, leaning towards me, "C'mon, don't be shy now. You weren't exactly quiet when you thought the room was empty, remember?"

I can't hit a student. I can't hit Sasha Petrovna. I can't hit myself, I can't stay here, I can't stay alive—

"Good morning, Mr Miller," greets a polite tone from the door while another person—

Sasha's mouth falls in full offense, before rushing out of the door to take care of his stained clothes. I could barely look at Jade, let alone Jonah behind me. That was until he puts his hand on my shoulder, and I really want to shove it away for the sake of—

"Everyone," he suddenly announced with a big smile, and I curse him in my head because what the hell, Jonah?! "Mr Miller is gonna celebrate his birthday soon. He invites you all to come."

WHAT THE HELL, JONAH? "Jonah, I'm about to hit you." He ignored me.

"And yes, can you please tell Sasha he's also invited? Thank you, Amanda." He winks at the girls which made them squeal in excitement before Jonah walked past me while whispering, "Trust me, darling. Stay looking pretty for us."

Why would I?! I stare as he goes to his seat, the twins eyeing each other as if connecting their Bluetooths successfully. I don't know what got into Jonah's head that he invited everyone to my birthday party tomorrow, but...

"Open your books. Jade, feet off the table."

Everyone giggled at my command for the uncontrollable Jade, but they were suddenly silenced when the Deveroux obeyed and politely tucked his feet.

"Jonah, you need to stop making this worse for me." I didn't look at him when I said it. "I mean it. Don't talk to me at school."

Jonah blinked, then smiled as if I wasn't serious about laying low. "Why? You've admitted you belong to us."

"Not while I'm a teacher, not while I'm in school. Own me everywhere else but here—gosh, you don't even have the right to own me!"

"You said it," Jonah scoffed. "Your silence is making Sasha thinks he's in control. Last time I checked, I'm the Class President. Last time I checked, we are the Deveroux's. We should be the one in control, and if we don't want you to suffer, then we're gonna do something about it."

I laughed under my breath. "By inviting everyone to my birthday? What was the point of that?! To show off how your mother paid for my party? That's not gonna help the allegations against me!"

"What allegations? It's real. What we have is real, is it not?" Jonah shoved his hands in his pockets as Jade stirred in his sleep. The blonde Deveroux tilts his head at me again, "It's not to show off who paid for your party. It's to show off who's in control. And it's not Sasha."

"Jonah..." he stood in front of me and leaned towards my face, threatening to kiss me. "Jonah no, not here."

Jonah held my chin and lifted it up. "Nobody messes with what's ours, darling... there are consequences for that. Let them have cake... your birthday cake."

The hairs on the back of my head stood in attention to that threat. I don't know what's in Jonah's head, but I know it's not good.

A knock came to the door, and it was a shy young student whose eyes immediately went to Jonah.

"Hi, Jonah..." She smiled at him, before turning to me. "Hello, Sir. You've been called to the office."

"Thank you, I will be there in a moment," I calmly replied, waiting for her to leave before I angrily glare at Jonah, "Look at what you did!"

I was so loud I woke up Jade who opened his helmet and looked around in a daze. Jonah shrugged at me, "I didn't do anything."

"It wasn't me, I swear..." Jade mumbled, half asleep.

"Then why was I called to the office?! And why was she smiling at you if you aren't the reason I'm being called?!"

Jonah looks at his brother who has no clue what's going on. But the blonde knowingly smirked at me, taking an apple from his bag and biting at it. Urgh, that was supposed to be my apple, too!

But I marched to the office and threw open the door.

"Whatever happened, I do not have anything to do with Jonah Deveroux—!" I was already halfway through my sentence when the vice principal cut me off.

"What is this about Jonah Deveroux, Mr Miller? I called you here for your leave," she said, adjusting her glasses. "You've been approved for a three-day paid leave."

I blinked. "I... What? But I didn't apply for—"

She slid a paper across the desk. "Your paid leave. It is signed this morning. The faculty will also be preparing for the event tomorrow, we've received formal invitations."

I stared at the form, my name at the top in neat, unfamiliar handwriting.

It was then I noticed something on the table.

A bouquet of red roses was sitting on a grand golden vase, a large card meant for my hands only.

The Vice Principal nods for me to take it, so I pulled the card out of the roses and opened it.

"A car will pick you up at exactly 17:00, please prepare beforehand." It was a formal invitation to my birthday along with a key card to a hotel room in Vincezza. Lady Velomina.

"Happy birthday, Mr Miller," the Vice Principal greets. "Might I say, you have such a budget for a party in Vincezza."

I awkwardly smile, "Thank you."

"Hehe, aren't they nice?!"

"Come on, we need to pack up—" there were large suitcases on the living room, a familiar pattern that could only mean expensive. Had Lady Velomina had been sending these stuff to my house?! "Uhm... okay, it makes sense only she could've bought the 17 pairs of shoes and the desserts."

Does my mom know? She's currently twirling in her new beach hat and sundress before tripping on her heels and landing on the couch. I don't think so. She'd freak out if Lady Velomina was here.

"Just call me Lian," I awkwardly tell him as mom got busy clipping random plushies into her new bag. "Mom, who gave you all these?"

"Huh?" She looks up, "I... I don't know, didn't you buy this for me?"

"No one came into the house?"

"Uhm... I was asleep," she said, holding her new bag, "When I woke up, I thought you had bought me all of these!"

"Hmm..." suspicious. But my mom would be too drunk to lie—actually, that checks out. She's too drunk to even stay awake.

The car doors opened to a place that felt completely removed from the world we knew—Vincezza is place built on elegance and unimaginable wealth. I was slapped by poverty.

The hotel towered over us like something out of a dream.

Its was a blend of classic Italian architecture and modern opulence: smooth white stone, gilded balconies draped in ivy, and grand archways glowing with warm, golden light.

We went inside a lobby with crystal chandeliers the size of cars.

Marble floors stretched like frozen rivers, antiques of gold that shimmered beneath the lights.

Everything smelled faintly of roses, leather, and old money.

"Master Lian?" The chauffeur took our bags and guided us to a pair of elevators with brushed brass doors.

"Just Lian, please..." I smile at him, but he won't even look into my eyes. Is this was rich people experience? Everyone who isn't as rich as them don't deserve to look at them?

My mother and I's rooms were across the hallway from each other, identical doors on either side of the carpeted corridor.

The chauffeur opened them one by one, revealing rooms that looked more like suites from a royal palace.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city below, and each detail inside reeked of old money and millions of dollars.

"Wow... working my whole life wouldn't pay for one night in this hotel," I commented as mom made snow angels on the soft bed. "Do you like this room, mom?"

"YIEEEEEEE! Haha, we should drink champagne, Lian!"

"Champagne, sir?" The chauffeur bows at me and I shake my head to dismiss my mother's suggestion.

I stayed with her for a while until the chauffeur tells me I need to go inside my room. Well... there's no balcony so my mom will be safe at least.

My room was identical, but there was a signature vase of red roses beside a gorgeous mannequin with what looks like my outfit for the event. Black, velvet matte, with a red draping that would make me look like a prince. Wow...

"Wow..." I touched the perfectly steamed suit, his dark plastic hands which held a note, "Happy birthday... uhm, this is French..."

What is that? I was about to take my phone and have it translated but the door knocks. I didn't even get to unlock it because in came the most powerful woman in the world. "Lian, my beautiful boy! Happy birthday!"

"Thank you, Mother..." I accept her hug as she pulls away and looks at me. She was beautiful of course, silver white hair, purple eyeshadow, and a dress to hug her slim figure.

"I had to give you your separate room so I can talk to you in private." She grabbed a wine glass on the table with alcohol and ice. "Come, enjoy champagne with me..."

"Are you giving me a bedroom so you won't have to face my mom?" I playfully squint my eyes at her.

She giggles with a fake smile, "Of course not—well, it's very unladylike to lie... good thing I'm not a lady."

I accepted a glass of champagne from her as I felt a little guilty. I have a relationship with both her sons, will that be betraying her? Do I dare betray the person who gives me all this? Somehow I have a terrible feeling in my stomach.

"Everything has to be perfect. I'll send stylists in your mother's room. Nobody is allowed to outshine you, my boy..." she proudly says. "I've heard your students and co workers will be there, and it's very nice of you to invite them."

Jonah invited them, I think with dread in my stomach. "Will your sons be at my party?"

"Hmm, my darling Jonah has a photo shoot this afternoon, and I'm not sure if Jade is responsible enough to attend his teacher's party. I mean, why would he?" That made my shoulders fall in disappointment.

"Jade is responsible..." I correct her, making her raise an eyebrow at how fondly I said it. "I mean! In class... he's very responsible in attending class."

"That is because his brother straightens him out. Jade is still a problematic child, I'm very impressed you could put up with him," she said while drinking her glass.

I smile at her, "He's not difficult, he just has a harsh mouth. There's a difference between him being rude to a person he loves and being rude to a person he hates."

She leans towards me with an interested look, "How so, Lian? I could never tell the difference. One thing I know is he absolutely hates me."

"I disagree," I politely answered, piquing her interest. "He's all bark, might bite.

He keeps barking about how he hates you, but when he gets told of how you'll always choose Jonah over him, he gets hurt.

I've seen him hurt over it. And if he doesn't want anything to do with his mother, then he wouldn't care if you won't choose him. But he does."

Velomina looked at me with an unreadable expression, but her eyes wander around her thoughts.

"Oh my dear... no, no, no. I could never choose only one of them.

Maybe it looks like that... does it? They're both mine, Jonah and Jade.

I just... I just thought of leaving Jade alone because he'll be more at peace that way.

I spared Jade the expectations I have of Jonah. "

My eyes lit up in realization. She drank an entire glass before sighing, "I would catch a bullet even for the child that hates me.

See, the thing about mothers, Lian... is that we are in this world as confused as you.

It is my first time being a mother in a world where I never truly wanted to live. "

I wanted to say something, maybe to both Lady Velomina and Jade. If they're misunderstanding each other, what about me and my mother? Did my mother really love me or just the alcohol? Was she just... confused as well?

Lady Velomina had to get dressed for tonight, so she left me to my own mannequin with my birthday outfit. My fingers gently touched the red satin draping, before being tempted to take the mannequin's hand. I smile, wondering if I'm even worth wearing this piece.

I look at the mannequin's head, as if asking permission to touch it. "Even without a face, you are beautiful. Maybe it's the clothes, huh?"

But when I go inside, I saw her being dressed by female stylists, just as Lady Velomina said.

"Good afternoon, Master Miller," they greet me.

"Just call me Lian," I gave them an awkward smile.

"Ahhh! Xiao Lian! My handsome prince! Haha, open a bottle for mommy?" She smiled at me with wavy curls in her hair, a white dress and face elegantly done. The stylist was trying to put nude lipstick on her.

I smile at her as I take the bottle and slowly puts it in the trash as they do my mom's make up. "I think you should stay sober for today, mom. You look beautiful."

And so did the entire hotel the moment the both of us left the elevator. The lobby was decorated with flowers, the staff greeted me as Master Miller. I hate it, to be honest. But I smile, knowing it's rare for someone to be treated like a prince.

My mom was on my arm as I look at the grandiose double doors, hesitating to go inside. Everyone's inside. Everyone I know, everyone I don't know. Maybe after my mom and Lady Velomina meets, I'll ditch—

"Well, someone clearly takes after his mother's looks," a gentle voice came from behind us, but it made me freeze in place as my mom gasps.

"Christian! Oh my god!" She squeals at her old co worker, hugging him as I turned around with dread. My mother was pining over an old friend. "This is my baby boy Lian... isn't he handsome?!"

"I know him all too well, Ms Miller..." he took her hand and kissed the back of it. He then looks at me with a glint in his eyes.

I could only speak up with a crack in my voice. "Why are you here?"

"Your class and the faculty was invited," he pulled out an invitation card, "Or is this not from you?"

Jonah. Urgh, what is he thinking inviting them?! I had a sour look on my face.

"I see what's happening," Christian nods in understanding, walking towards me to lift my chin, which I pulled away from. "Even in your own party, you don't have control. It's Jonah, isn't it? They're throwing this party for you, how sweet. But I heard my sis—"

"I think you better go inside and enjoy the party," I cut him off for the sake of my mother, who is looking back and forth between us. I widen my eyes to signal, "Please..."

"Ahh, I see. I'll see you later then, my sweet... happy birthday," Chris reached for my face which I slapped away, making him chuckle as he went inside.

"Lian? Who's Jonah? What is he talking about?" My mother innocently asks.

"Nothing, mom... let's go inside."