Zachary's cold fingers had completely unlaced my corset, and now he were pulling off the dress completely, all while continuing to push his lips against mine.

I turned my head the moment I heard a noise coming from the door. Zachary turned his head around, and we both stared at the door, where the doorknob was beginning to turn.

A few seconds later the door pushed open. Nicholas stood in the doorway. His tie was halfway off, and a few of his shirt buttons had been undone. He stood in the doorway, staring from me to Zachary.

"Brother, what is the meaning of this?" He asked with a firm tone. I was at a loss for words, so I kept my mouth shut. Zachary was still hovering over me, even though Nicholas stood in the doorway.

"What's the meaning of this? Oh it's just for fun." He smiled, sliding off from his hands. He swung his legs over the bed and stood just by the bed frame.

I laid there, unable to move due to the fact my hands had been tied in a knot. My body was still fully clothed, thankfully, aside from the fact that the fabric on my shoulders had fallen almost all the way down.

"Would you like to join? I mean, as long as it's alright with the lady." He smirked, turning toward me. I looked from Zachary to Nicholas.

Nicholas wore an unreadable expression- possibly somewhere between confused and needy. I sighed and nodded. I mean, they say 'the more the merrier' for a reason, right?

Nicholas looked at Zachary, and they both placed on a lustful expression. Zachary climbed back on top of me, leaving a trail of warm kisses down my neck and cheek.

Nicholas climbed onto the large bed and helped Zachary lift off my dress. They pulled it down my body, until there was not a single piece of fabric left. I felt helpless, tied up to the bed. I couldn't even help pull off my own dress.

They threw the red dress onto the floor below. As Nicholas was taking off his clothes, Zachary placed his hand around my throat and began pushing his lips into mine again. This time it was much more passionate and needed.

I didn't mind his hand on my vocals, in fact, it felt nice, in a way. It was much more gentle than the way Tom had done it. I could actually breathe, even just a little.

Once Nicholas was undressed Zachary and him switched places. Now Zachary was getting undressed and Nicholas was on top of me, placing kisses behind my ears and on my lips.

I jolted upright when a pair of cold hands slid onto my thighs. Cold fingers touched and swirled around my knees and upper thighs. Nicholas was so close he kept me down, hovering over me.

Zachary's hands slid all too close to a familiar area, the same area Tom had marked as his territory. When his fingers entered inside, I let out a sensational noise.

Nicholas smirked, looking down at me. "Naughty girl." He whispered into my ear, shaking his head. His hand held loosely onto my chin as his lips conjured with mine again.

I felt special, in a odd way. It was the sense that Nicholas was kissing me, making me feel special, while at the same time Zachary was at the end of the bed touching me.

His fingers slipped into a magical place that immediately caused my back to arch and my lips to let out a moan. Nicholas broke away from our kiss and placed his pointer finger onto my lips, as if telling me to be quiet.

But I couldn't help it. Zachary was creating such a pleasurable thing I had no idea what else to do, other than arching my back and letting noises slip from my lips.

His fingers had been moving at such an even pace it didn't take that long for me to reach my climax. Nicholas stared down at me as my eyebrows scrunched together and I bit my lower lip with pleasure.

I opened my lips as a surge of pleasure hit every inch of my body. My whole body was shaking- begging- for more. Zachary smiled and traded places with Nicholas once he finished with me.

"Wet as a river." He smiled, placing his fingers in my mouth. I cleaned his fingers dry. He pulled them out and used his hand to move a piece of my hair. "Such a good girl, even when you're all tied up." He grinned, cocking his head.

Just as I was about to say something, Nicholas entered inside of me. I opened my mouth let out a noise of something between pain and pleasure, but Zachary's lips were already gathered in mine.

One of his hands slid under my back, and the other made a necklace around my throat. I could still breathe, but it was definitely difficult, especially when two streams of pleasure was enthralling me.

Nicholas and I both let out a moan at the same time as he hit a spot that was just right. Zachary tightened his grip around my throat. I knew he didn't want me to make a single noise, but I couldn't help it, the tingling sensation was too much to handle.

I parted my lips and rolled my eyes back into my head, my vocals allowing an array of sounds to come out.

I had forgotten about everyone- aside from Zachary and Nicholas- and I had also forgotten about everything important. Like Tom, and the fact that there was a ball going on not too far from us.

My gaze was entirely clouded by the fact that somehow, someway, Nicholas and Zachary can make me feel special in this way, even despite the pure hatred we have for one another. We despise one another on an outrages level, but in that moment I don't think I even hated them for a moment.

Nicholas pulled out, and switched places with Zachary again. My throat was soar from the fingers that had created pressure, but in an odd way it felt nice.

Nicholas could see the derangement I had from my vocals, so instead he cupped his hand behind my ear and used his other hand to hold himself up to where he could hover on top of me.

Zachary's fingers made patterns on my thighs. He was being quite the tease. His fingers swirled around my upper thigh, near my hipbones. Nicholas' breathing grew more intense and passionate as he pushed his lips further into mine.

I would've parted my lips away from Nicholas', but I was already pinned completely against the bed. Zachary's fingers slid inside, and I let out a moan of intensity.

I tried to close my legs to shrink down the amount of pleasure I was feeling, but Zachary kept his free hand on my legs to keep them apart. My legs trembled, but that didn't stop him from doing the thing I do badly wanted him to do.

"She likes that." Nicholas smiled to Zachary. They both exchanged a smirk. I didn't even bother to say anything sarcastic, I was too busy soaking up every ounce of pleasure I could.

"Of course she does." Zachary smiled and continued. Nicholas traced the outline of my lower lip with his thumb. I looked up at him intensely as Zachary's fingers pushed against a fantastic spot.

I bit my tongue in response, trying to keep any noises from escaping. I was climbing to the peak; the top of the mountain, as Zachary's fingers were allowing me to reach my breaking point.

My legs shook intensely as finally I could feel my whole body coursing with anticipation. Nicholas placed his hand over my mouth, knowing I was about to make a sound that would likely alert the entire school.

I made a sound, but since his fingers were keeping my mouth shut, it didn't circulate around the room. Zachary pulled his fingers out, then Nicholas moved to the edge of the bed, pulling on his pants and shirt.

Zachary smiled down at me, then reached over my head and unknotted the tie from my wrists. I could finally feel the freedom of having arms again. He threw the tie onto the floor and left a trail of kisses down my cheek and neck.

His pointed finger tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "You still look beautiful even when you're reeling under my circumstances." He whispered into my ear, warm breath fogging.

I smiled up at him and dragged my fingers across his side. He shivered, but didn't pull away. "We should do this more often." I whispered into his ear, craning my neck upward.

I didn't even look up as Nicholas left the room. I was too focused on Zachary. He allowed a half-smile to plead his lips. "As long as it's just you and I.." He breathed. "I want you all to myself." He said in a soft tone.

I pulled a smirk across my face. "I know." I said before slipping out from under him. I grabbed my dress and began putting it on. I pulled the fabric over my legs and onto my shoulders, though there was one thing I needed help with— the corset.

I walked over to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room and looked at my reflection. It was almost terrifying to see what I had become in the last few months. I went from a prissy, good girl to a bad girl on her death bed.

Zachary appeared in the mirror behind me. I looked at him as he took the strings of my corset in his hands. He was so close my body was almost pushed against his.

My legs shook, but I continued to stand and allow him to lace the corset. "Anastasia," he said softly, looking at me though the mirror. I turned my head slightly, waiting for him to finish speaking.

"Call me stupid, a fool, I don't care, but I want you to know that I truly do care for you. If anything bad happens to you I will blame myself for it." He said quietly as he finished lacing up the last section.

I was at a loss for words for a moment, but not for long. "You aren't some prize to be won, and I can see that now. So know, whatever your decision for your future may be, you have my complete and utter support." He smiled gently.

I stood there still- silently- for a few moments, comprehending what he had said to me. It was incredibly odd. Zachary had gone from wanting me dead, and needing to kill me, to lacing up my corset and sweet-talking me just after he had fucked me.

"I don't know whether this is a joke or something, but I like you this way— sweet." I said quietly, turning around to face him. He looked down at me with soft eyes and grabbed my hand for a few moments.

"I think it's best you leave before Dumbledore finds us." He joked. I nodded and reached onto my tippy-toes. I placed a kiss on his left cheek, then slid my hand out of his and opened the door.

When I turned around while walking through the doorway his eyes followed me. I could no longer see the rage and deviousness that was once there, instead I could only see a boy... And longing- perhaps that longing was for me.