All Chapters of Revenge on the Billionaire Triplets: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

JULIET POV Mai laughs drunkenly and throws her arms around my neck as we sway to the music coming from the speakers. I told her to take it easy on the bourbon, but she's been swigging nonstop from the bottle. "This is the best university experience ever!" She throws her head back, and I have to stabilize her before we both go tumbling to the ground. Strong hands grip my hips from behind, rolling me into his body to the rhythm of the music. I've been wet ever since we got here, and Alonso has sneaked in heated kisses and illicit touches. I thought I might go mad when Arcangelo put on sultry jazz and followed me around with his heated gaze. This might be all too much for me. The other times he looked at me like that, we were alone. And the last time I stupidly uttered that I wanted to kiss him, I didn't see for Alonso for two weeks. Under no circumstances can Alonso see Arcangelo looking at me like he wants to devour me. I don't care to find out what Alonso would do

ARCANGELO POV There are moments in one's life that are life defining. For me, it was the first time I pressed the key to a piano. I was three years old and instantly in love. The other times were always with my brothers. The first time we got drunk, the first time we got high, the first time I had sex. The first time I saw my brother having sex and being so turned on, I could burst. And now. With Juliet's leg over my shoulder, and her pussy in my mouth while my brother is standing behind her and fondling her breasts while whispering dirty words into her ear. My dick is throbbing in my pants. I know Alonso said this is only one night, but how the fuck do I ever get over something like this? How the hell am I supposed to go on with my life after tasting Juliet's pussy like this. I slowly insert my middle finger into her pussy, and I look up at her face when she moans loudly while kissing Alonso. Her pussy is tight, wet, and quivering around my finger, so I slowly

ALESSI POV Alonso yawns for what seems like the hundredth time and rubs his eyes as he brings a fork full of pancake to his mouth. There's a lot of things suspicious about that. One, after a game he always makes sure he gets enough sleep in after his fuckery. Two, he wouldn't eat pancakes made out of normal flour and sprinkled with powdered sugar dripping with honey. The guy always eats clean. "Long night?" Aunt Phoebe asks with a smirk. "Did cheerleader girl keep you up all night?" "Was Greek row packed?" I lay another question on him. "I didn't see you guys on anyone's social media posts." "Wasn't in the mood for pictures." He shrugs his broad shoulders, and I know he's lying. He's always in the mood to get his picture taken. "Where did you and Arc sleep?" Mom wants to know. "We all slept in the pool house. We didn't want to mess up your bedrooms, but it seems like you didn't even come home." "Yeah, we were partying all night long." Alonso drops his fork and gulp

ALESSI POV The fury and lust rushing through me at Juliet's words are indescribable. Did both Alonso and Arc fuck her, or is she just lying to get even further under my skin? Whatever her intentions are, they're working, because an image of my two brothers both fucking her is making me simultaneously jealous and even more horny. I'm not responsible for my next actions when I tighten my hand around her throat and kiss her hard. It's an explosion of the universe when my tongue meets hers, and we duel for control. The kiss isn't pretty or sensual. It's a battle of teeth and tongues, the sting of her biting me welcome in the chaos going through my mind. I break the kiss eventually, my breaths coming out in spurts as I look down at her pink, swollen lips, her eyes looking up at me like liquid aquamarines. She's a fucking siren, put on this earth to test my sanity. "Did you like it?" She taunts me. "Do you like kissing what doesn't belong to you? Does your little girlfriend

JULIET POV I'm a bad person. I've always known that I'm not good at heart. I've experienced too much. The darkness is already inside me, bleeding me dry. Two of the Moretti brothers have been a light in that darkness. The third one, however, has managed to creep into that darkness and make me do things without thinking through. I can feel the storm coming. After yesterday, I'm anticipating it. I haven't heard from Alonso all day. Usually, he would send me a good morning and an afternoon text, and then pick me up from practice. But nothing. Complete radio silence. I should've known Alessi would run to Alonso and tell him what happened. Whereas Arcangelo is mysterious, Alessi is everything but. He's calculative and manipulative, and yesterday, I was able to unravel his careful control. It felt both triumphant and terrifying. Now I'm just waiting for the dam to burst. Because burst it will, that's for certain. "You good?" Scott asks me after practice, concern w