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The air inside the closet was thick—cloying with the scent of old books, cedarwood, and something unmistakably Colin. Penelope hadn’t meant to end up here, pressed against the dusty wall, her breath coming fast as she tried to make sense of how she’d gone from a perfectly respectable evening at Aubrey Hall to standing in the dark, chest to chest with the one man who had haunted her for years.
It had started with a game—a foolish, childish game Gregory, Hyacinth, and Francesca had decided to play after supper. Hide and seek. Penelope, who was set to debut in the society next year, but desperate to avoid any more talk of marriage or her mother’s schemes, had slipped into the first darkened space she could find.
She hadn’t expected Colin to follow.
Now, the warmth of his body radiated through the mere inches separating them. He was so close she could feel the heat of his breath against her cheek. His scent, that maddening mix of sandalwood and spice, filled her lungs.
“Penelope,” he murmured, and the sound of her name—low, rough—made something tighten deep in her belly. “Good that I found you here. I need to say something to you.”
“Yes, Colin?” She asked him expectantly.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked plainly. His question was so direct, she couldn't help but freeze in one place.
She should have said something. Should have pushed him away. Instead, she tilted her chin up, her lips parting, her body betraying every sensible thought in her head.
He inhaled sharply, as if she had done something extraordinary. And then—
His mouth crashed onto hers.
The kiss was nothing like she had imagined, nothing like the shy, hesitant fantasies she had entertained in the quiet of her room, where Colin pressed his lips on hers in featherlight touch. This was raw, urgent—his lips moving against hers with a hunger that sent heat pooling between her thighs. He sucked, licked, nibbled at her lips. His hands, large and impossibly warm, slid to her waist, then one of them grabbed one of her breasts, gripping her as if he needed to hold her there, to keep her from slipping away.
Penelope gasped into his mouth, and he took advantage, deepening the kiss, his tongue teasing against hers. She shuddered, her fingers curling into the front of his shirt, desperate to pull him closer.
It was reckless. It was madness.
And yet, when he pressed her back against the shelves, when his thigh slipped between hers, when he groaned her name like a prayer—she knew she would let herself be ruined if it meant feeling this way forever.
Colin smirked when he heard her moan as he bit her lower lip. He bent down to push up her skirts… feeling her stocking clad feet, then her meaty thighs, then… higher still…
…Until a distant voice called out from the hallway. "Has anyone seen Colin?"
They froze, their breath mingling in the darkness. But neither of them moved away.
The door to the closet flew open, spilling golden candlelight into the small space where Colin and Penelope stood tangled together.
Anthony’s sharp gaze swept over them, his expression unreadable, while Benedict—half amused, half scandalised—let out a low whistle.
Colin exhaled, a slow smirk curling his lips as he lifted a finger to his mouth. “Shh.”
Benedict outright laughed, but Anthony remained silent for a long moment, his eyes dark as they flicked between Colin’s tousled hair, Penelope’s flushed lips, and the way her gown clung to her curves in the dim light.
Then, with a tight nod, the Viscount stepped back and pulled the door shut once more, enclosing them in darkness again.
Penelope barely had a second to process before Anthony’s voice filtered through the door, low and commanding.
“Five minutes. Then bring Miss Featherington to my study.”
Footsteps retreated, and the house fell into silence once more.
Penelope was the first to move, smoothing a hand over her skirts, still catching her breath. “Colin,” she whispered, her voice a mix of frustration and quiet dread. “Now that the Viscount has found us, he will insist we marry.”
Colin let out a short, wicked laugh, tilting his head as he regarded her. “I suppose he will want much more than that, love…” His voice dropped to a husky murmur as he traced the swell of her lower lip with his thumb. “He is a rake, after all.”
Something flickered behind his eyes—something dark and knowing.
Penelope frowned. “What does that mean?”
Colin didn’t answer. Instead, he asked her, “Do you want to marry me, Pen?” Before she could answer, he chuckled, shaking his head as if to chastise himself for ever doubting that. “Of course you'd want to marry me. You love me don't you?” Colin asked, his gaze turning dark with desire.
“I… uhhh…” Penelope suddenly felt shy admitting it.
“Come on, Pen. Just admit it.” He said, stroking the side of her face with his thumb before his tongue darted out to lick the path his thumb had just trailed.
“I…yes.” Penelope admitted hesitantly. “Do you…?” She trailed off, waiting for his answer.
“What do you think, Pen?” His lips hovered just above hers, his breath warm as he smirked. Penelope lowered her lashes, the blush crept all over her body. “Just know, love… if you want to marry me, you’ll have to pass Anthony's test.”
Penelope blinked up at him, eyes wide, still dazed from the lingering kiss. “What test?” she asked, her voice breathy, innocent despite the fire simmering beneath her skin. He didn't answer her.
Instead, he kissed her hard.
Colin’s fingers traced along her jaw, his touch featherlight yet commanding. “How still and silent can you be…?” he murmured, letting the weight of his words settle between them.
“I can be silent.” She said after a while.
Colin smirked. “Good. I just want you to be silent whenever we do it just until the wedding.”
He was doing wicked things with his fingers to the place between her legs now. “Colinnn!” She gasped, whispering helplessly as a strange sensation began building in her belly. She was gushing down there and Colin was now dipping his fingers, first one, then two in the place from where her monthly blood came out.
“Look how wet your cunny is for me.” Colin's voice was so close to her ears it might very well be in her head. “Look how you are gushing for me, sweetheart.”
Then suddenly, just as she started feeling intense pleasure, he pulled away his fingers and held her waist with one hand as he started unbuttoning his breeches with another.
“Colin, why did you stop?” She whimpered in protest.
“Wait a moment, my sweet.”
Penelope watched in curiosity as he took out his appendage from his pants. It was the first time she was seeing the thing which made her gasp in shock.
“This, my dear Pen, is my cock and I'm going to put it in your cunny, just like my fingers. It will hurt a bit, but take it like a good wife is supposed to do. And then, I promise I'll make it good for you too.”
And then without warning, he stuffed his hard cock inside her in one stroke. Tears sprang in her eyes. It hurt so badly. But she bit the insides of her cheeks to stop herself from making any sound.
Colin grunted, “Fuck, you're so tight, Pen. So very tight.” He was panting now, clenching his jaw.
“I'm sorry…” She said, not knowing whether it was a good thing or bad thing.
Colin chuckled breathily, “Don't apologise, Pen. It's good… you're good, in fact so good it's so hard holding back.” He moved inside her to demonstrate, but she winced in pain and he stopped. “I know. It will hurt for a while. But you'll get used to it. I'll fuck you so often you will get used to it in no time.”
Penelope didn't know how she felt about it. Because right now it was a bit uncomfortable. It wasn't as painful as it was mere minutes ago when he stabbed her with his ‘cock’, as he called the thing. The pain was receding. Then he started nibbling at her neck, throat and the tops of her breasts, making her want to moan loudly. His hand caressed her sides, then one hand came up to squeeze her breast, and it started feeling good again.
Colin sensed this as he began rocking inside her, “Fuck.. so good … sooo tight..” he began whispering praises of how wet and tight she was, how he was going to fill her holes up multiple times (something she didn't understand) and how beautiful she would look, without a stitch on her body, draped on his bed, ready for him, to take his cock inside her. Penelope would have blushed madly if she wasn't delirious with pain and pleasure. She was barely able to hold her moans inside so Colin captured her lips in a kiss. Thrusting his tongue inside her mouth and he fucked her hard against the wall.
Finally what seemed like eternity, he stopped moving when Penelope felt something warm gushing inside her.
“That's my seed darling. A good wife is supposed to take it every time a husband spends inside her.”
“Oh.”
Colin smirked at her dazed expressions “Yes. Will you take my seed every time I give it to you?”
Penelope noded wordlessly.
“Good. Now that you're overflowing with my seed, let's go see what my brother thinks of this.” He said as he pulled from her and arranged his clothing. The moment his cock slipped out of her Penelope felt his spend trickle outside and coat her thighs. She wanted to clean it but Colin was already opening the closet door and ushering her out.
He led Penelope into the study, his grip firm on her wrist as he guided her inside. The room was dimly lit, the scent of brandy and sandalwood hanging in the air. Anthony and Benedict were already there—lounging as though they had not just caught their younger brother in a compromising position.
Penelope faltered at the threshold, her breath hitching as her gaze landed on them. Their shirts were half-unbuttoned, revealing broad chests and strong shoulders. The casual state of undress, the way they regarded her with knowing smirks, sent heat creeping up her neck.
“Oh, here she comes…” Benedict drawled, tilting his head. “Our future sister-in-law.”
Penelope swallowed, her fingers curling into her skirts.
Anthony smiled—slow, deliberate. “Come here, Penelope.”
Her heart stammered against her ribs. She cast a quick glance at Colin, searching for some kind of reassurance.
To her shock, he only grinned. Wide, easy—almost as if he were enjoying this. “Go ahead,” he murmured.
A shiver ran down her spine, though she couldn’t say why.
Summoning every ounce of poise she possessed, she stepped forward. The air in the room seemed heavier with every inch she closed between herself and the Viscount. She stopped just a foot away from Anthony, her pulse hammering—
And then his hand shot out, seizing her wrist, and in a swift, effortless motion, he pulled her into his lap.
Penelope gasped, her hands bracing against his chest, her skirts tangling around her legs as she landed against him. The warmth of his body seeped through the thin fabric of his shirt, his scent—clean, masculine, laced with the faintest trace of brandy—assaulting her senses.
Scandalised, she sucked in a sharp breath, her mind screaming at her to move, to push away.
But she didn’t.
Because the sight of his shirt, gaping open to reveal the firm planes of his chest, did something to her belly—something traitorous and molten and utterly wicked.
Anthony’s fingers curled around her waist, steadying her. His thumb traced a slow, deliberate circle against her hip, sending a shiver coursing through her.
“Now,” he murmured, his voice rich as sin, “what are we to do about this little… predicament?”
Penelope’s lips parted, but no sound came out.
Colin leaned against the desk, watching, a glint of amusement in his darkened gaze. “I’d say we discuss it properly,” he mused, his tone deceptively light. “But then, Anthony has always been a man of action rather than words.”
Benedict chuckled, shaking his head. “This just got far more interesting than I expected.”
Penelope’s breath came fast, her senses overwhelmed by the heat of Anthony beneath her, the weight of Colin’s stare, and the knowing curve of Benedict’s mouth.
And God help her, but she wasn’t sure what was happening.
Penelope barely had time to react before Anthony’s strong hands gripped her waist, pressing her firmly on his lap with an effortless motion. A scandalized gasp left her lips, her body stiffening as she found herself pressed against the Viscount’s broad chest, the warmth of his bare skin seeping through the thin fabric of her gown.
Shame warred with something darker—something that coiled low in her belly as she felt the firm muscle beneath his half-unbuttoned shirt, and something hard was pressed up against her thigh now.
“Lord Bridgerton,” she whispered, but it wasn’t a protest.
His lips quirked into a knowing smile. “You looked so nervous, dearest,” he murmured, fingers skimming down the curve of her back. “I thought you might need some reassurance.”
“Reassurance?” she echoed, her breath hitching.
Benedict chuckled from where he leaned against the desk, watching them with dark amusement. “You must admit, Penelope, you’re in quite the compromising position. Our dear brother Colin may have no choice but to wed you now.”
Colin.
Her gaze flickered toward him, standing a few feet away, watching with something that sent heat rushing through her limbs. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t even surprised.
He was enjoying this.
His blue eyes gleamed with something wicked, something possessive. And when he finally spoke, his voice was rich with amusement.
“Go on, love,” Colin murmured, tilting his head as he observed her reaction. “Tell Anthony to let you go… if that’s what you truly want.”
Penelope’s breath hitched, her body betraying her even as her mind scrambled to make sense of what was happening.
She swallowed hard. “I…”
Anthony’s fingers flexed, his thumb skimming idly along her hip. “Oh, but you do want to marry him, don’t you?”
Her heart pounded. “I… um… yes,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Benedict made a thoughtful noise from his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “We do love our little brother, Penelope, but he is known to make foolish decisions.”
Colin smirked, arms crossed over his chest. “Indeed. Foolish.”
Anthony hummed in agreement. “So we need to ensure that the wife he has chosen is truly worthy.” His fingers tightened ever so slightly. “We need to know whether she will be a good wife… isn’t that right, Colin?”
Colin’s gaze flickered from her flushed cheeks to the way her chest rose and fell with every rapid breath. He wet his lips, eyes darkening.
“Of course,” he said, though his voice sounded distant, distracted.
Penelope barely registered their words anymore. The room felt too warm, the air too thick. There was something intoxicating about the way they spoke—about the weight of three pairs of eyes on her, assessing, waiting.
Penelope’s heart raced in her chest, each beat a loud reminder of how close she was to the edge of something she couldn’t quite grasp. “I can be a good wife.” She whispered, desperately wanting to prove herself.
Anthony’s gaze was intense, unwavering as he tilted his head, his lips curling into a small, knowing smile. “So, you agree we need to check if your claim is true? That you will be a good wife for him?”
Her breath hitched, but she nodded. “Yes.”
The word left her lips before she could even process it fully, and she cursed the way her voice trembled. But there was no turning back now.
Anthony’s smile deepened, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. He leaned back slightly, fingers tracing idle patterns on her waist, as if savoring the power he held over her in this moment.
Colin’s presence was like a constant pressure at her back, the weight of his gaze never letting up.
Benedict chuckled softly, watching the exchange with a certain amusement. “That's like a good girl.”
The air around them thickened. Penelope could feel the heat of Anthony’s body beneath her, his chest rising and falling steadily as she sat on his lap. The tension in the room was so tangible, it was as if they were all holding their breath, waiting for something to break.
Anthony’s voice broke the silence. “Then, Penelope,” he said, his tone laced with something teasing, something calculated, “let’s see what you’re really made of. Let’s see if you’re truly the woman Colin has chosen. Are you ready to prove yourself worthy of Colin?”
Penelope swallowed, her lips dry, her stomach fluttering. She wasn’t sure what he meant, but she felt the weight of his words settling deep in her chest.
She nodded again, the words barely leaving her mouth. “Yes…”
And in that moment, everything changed.
Anthony's gaze flickered to Colin, a slow, calculated smile forming on his lips. "Okay, brother," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "Be a dutiful suitor, Colin, and unlace her corset. See, our Penny can't breathe properly."
Benedict, ever the playful troublemaker, leaned forward, his smirk growing. "But for that, you’ll have to undo the buttons at the back of her dress first."
Colin’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Good idea,” he said, his tone low and smooth.
Penelope froze. Her mind screamed for her to move, to speak, to stop this, but her body betrayed her. Every part of her was alive with anticipation, a mix of fear and something darker, something undeniably thrilling. She was suddenly keenly aware of her corset tightening around her chest, the weight of the fabric making it harder to breathe.
“Is that… is that really necessary?” She squirmed on Anthony's lap, and felt that something that had been poking her thigh grew larger. She suddenly realised what it was. His ‘cock’.
Before she could ponder what it meant, Colin whispered in her ears, “Don't defy my elder brother, Pen. Do you want to marry me or not?”
Penelope shut her mouth quickly. She did want to marry Colin. She tried to steady herself, her hands gripping the fabric of her skirts, but the tension in the room was suffocating. Her pulse quickened when Colin began undoing the buttons of her dress, each click of the fabric being undone sending a jolt of electricity through her veins. The room seemed to close in on her, the only sound the slow, deliberate movement of his hands working their way down her spine.
Penelope’s breath caught in her throat, and she couldn’t help but notice how the air between them seemed to thicken with each passing second. The sensation of Colin's fingers grazing her skin made her heart race, and against all reason, she found herself leaning slightly into him. She was caught between shock and desire, and as each button came undone, she couldn’t deny the heat pooling deep within her.
Colin’s voice, soft but undeniably commanding, broke through her thoughts. “There, all better.” He said it like a simple fact, his breath brushing her ear.
Penelope swallowed hard, her heart pounding. She still gripped the fabric of her dress and corset tightly to her chest, trying to maintain some semblance of modesty as the air around her grew thick with tension.
Colin’s gaze darkened, a flicker of something that might have been mischief or something far deeper passing through his eyes. “Benedict,” he said, voice low, as he looked to his brother. “Can you hold Penelope’s hands above her head?”
Benedict, with his usual easy grin, moved quickly, his hand sliding gently but firmly around her wrist. He grabbed both of her wrists in one hand and held her hands above her head, while he began stroking her arms, from armpit to wrists. She shivered under his cool touch. The contrast between his touch, Colins heat from earlier, and Anthony's proximity was enough to leave her light-headed.
Just then Colin tugged the bodice of her dress down, along with her corset. Her breasts spilled out.
Penelope’s breath hitched when she realized how exposed she had become. She could feel all three sets of eyes on her breasts, an intensity in their gazes that made her pulse race.
“Don’t worry, Pen,” Colin murmured, his voice soothing yet filled with an undeniable edge. “It’s quite normal. They’re my elders after all. After Father’s passing... I only have Anthony and Benedict.”
His words didn’t exactly ease her nerves, but there was something about the way he said it—something genuine—that made her pause.
In the midst of the tension, Penelope couldn’t help but wonder: If Edmund Bridgerton was alive, would he have put her in a position like this? Would he have done the same inspection of her goods? Was this normal? She shook the thought away, unwilling to voice it.
But as the moment stretched on, the heat in her body, the strange flutter she was feeling low in her belly, slowly began to overpower her sense of propriety. There was something intoxicating about the way they watched her—like a silent agreement between them all, an understanding of something far beyond just being in a room together.
She arched her back, unintentionally thrusting her chest forward, feeling her breath catch in her throat. The tension was unbearable. She had never felt so... exposed.
And yet, in the midst of it, something deeper was awakening within her. Something that told her to lean into the moment, to embrace what was happening, even as she fought against the shyness creeping back into her chest.
Anthony's gaze raked over Penelope, dark and unreadable, his lips curling in quiet satisfaction. His hand brushed over her nipple, down the curve of her breasts, his touch featherlight yet deliberate.
“Look at you, love,” Colin murmured, his voice a low rasp. “Flushed… breathless…nipples hardening… your body responding so beautifully.”
Her breath hitched as she felt the heat of Anthony's palm skimming her breasts again and again, the weight of his touch sending a ripple of anticipation through her. The dress, once pristine and proper, was now bunched at her waist.
Colin’s fingers traced lazy patterns over her shoulders and back, his thumb brushing over her, reveling in the way she trembled beneath him.
Anthony’s gaze flickered, dark with intrigue. He did not need words—Colin’s look was enough. A silent invitation.
Anthony leaned in, his lips hovering just above one of her breasts. When his mouth finally touched her, soft and lingering, Penelope gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair on instinct. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, her pulse hammering in her ears.
Benedict chuckled, his voice rich with amusement. “Oh, Penny… look at you,” he murmured, his fingers tracing along the exposed skin of her arm. “You like this, don’t you?”
Penelope couldn’t find her voice, couldn’t form words past the rush of sensation overwhelming her.
Colin’s smirk deepened as he observed her, his eyes gleaming with something both possessive and knowing. “She does,” he confirmed softly, his fingers still tracing, exploring. “She’s utterly undone.”
Anthony switched the breasts, lavishing her other breasts the same attention.
Penelope’s breath came in shallow gasps as Colin’s hands continued their slow, torturous exploration. He was now lifting up her skirt , hitching it higher and higher until his fingers were teasing along the soft skin of her thighs. She was caught between sensation and anticipation, drowning in the heat of their attention.
Anthony’s lips ghosted over her ear, his voice a deep murmur that sent shivers down her spine. “Look at you, Penny,” he mused. “Flushed, trembling… you like being touched like this, don’t you?”
She bit her lip, unwilling to admit how much she did, but her body betrayed her.
Colin chuckled, his tone rich with amusement and something darker, more possessive. “She doesn’t need to say it. I have felt how much she likes it.”
Benedict tilted his head, studying her with a slow, knowing smile. “Mmm… I think she’s never been touched like this before. Not properly.” His fingers traced over her wrist, featherlight. “Have you, Penny?”
She swallowed hard, her head spinning. “I—”
Benedict caught her chin between his fingers, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, burning with something intense. “No need to be shy,” he murmured. “We will soon be family. It's alright.”
The words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her body responding before she could think to stop it.
Anthony smirked against her skin. “Sensitive little thing,” he teased, pressing a lingering kiss to her shoulder. “You’re practically shaking for it.”
Benedict hummed his agreement. “And we’ve barely even started.”
Penelope’s heart pounded as their words wrapped around her, each teasing remark sending her deeper into the haze of sensation.
Benedict’s lips brushed against hers, firm yet teasing, coaxing rather than demanding. Penelope gasped, instinctively trying to pull back, but he was patient—his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping over hers in slow, deliberate strokes. The sensation was dizzying, leaving her breathless.
Anthony's mouth on her breasts and Colin's fingers pinching and rubbing the nub at the juncture of her thighs was not helping her clear up her mind either.
“So responsive,” he murmured against her skin, his lips continuing their slow, torturous exploration along her collarbone. “You like being adored, don’t you, Penny?”
Every touch, every whisper, every brush of lips and hands left her aching, spiraling, lost in the intensity of it all.
She barely registered the sound of her own soft sighs, her breath coming in uneven gasps as the weight of the moment pressed down on her. The fire in her belly coiled tighter, her body responding instinctively to the sensations washing over her.
Colin pressed his lips against her ear, his voice a low rasp. “That’s it, love,” he whispered, his words sending another shiver down her spine. “Just let go.”
And she did.
Soon she was shivering with her release.
Colin dragged her down from Anthony's lap gently, his hands steady as he lowered her onto the plush rug beneath them. The warmth of the fire flickered against her skin, casting golden shadows across the room. She shivered—not from the cold, but from the way his gaze swept over her, filled with dark intent. Firmly, he spread her legs apart, so that his brother's could see her wet, glistening, pink cunny.
“Look at her,” Benedict murmured, his voice gravelly. “She’s utterly undone.”
Anthony leaned over her, tracing a slow path down her thigh, his touch light but lingering, till he reached her quim. He dipped a finger inside her, and scooped out the sticky liquid gushing from her cunt. “This isn't just your juices.,” he narrowed his eyes at Colin, who just winked at him. Anthony’s features suddenly turned stern.
“You let someone come inside you, Penny?” he nearly growled, his tone laced with malice.
Penelope’s breath hitched as Anthony's fingers started dipping in and out of her cunt in deliberate, teasing strokes. “You wanton little thing,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice sending shivers through her. “How dare you? You aren't even pure and you want to marry my brother?”
“But… but it's Colin's seed. He told me to take it like a good wife.” She protested weakly.
Colin and Benedict smirked, Anthony barely suppressed his smile. “You should have had the good sense to tell him no. Not before the wedding. But you let him spill inside you like a harlot. How am I to believe you haven't done it before?” Anthony chastised her, all the while stroking her clit with his thumb as he pumped his fingers in and out of her cunt. Every touch, every lingering glance set her nerves alight, her body caught between anticipation and surrender.
“I … uhh.. I love him.. I didn't want to .. uhhh…”
Colin smirked as he leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers. “Tell me, Penny,” he murmured. “What were you thinking?”
Her pulse thundered, her breath shaky.
She was panting now, due to Anthony's ministrations, heat pooling deep within her as she whispered, “I didn't want to disappoint you. But I had never done it before. I swear, yours is the first cock I have seen Colin.”
Anthony sighed, shaking his head as he leaned back slightly. “Colin, I’m not convinced,” he said, his voice rich with amusement. “How am I supposed to give my approval to this wedding when she’s already breached? I can't even feel her maidenhead.”
Penelope’s breath hitched, her cheeks burning at the way he looked at her—like she had disappointed them all.
Colin smirked, running a slow hand down her arm, his touch both reassuring and maddening. “She’s innocent, Anthony. Or at least she was, until today. Look how nervous she is,” he murmured, his voice smooth as silk. “But look at her, Anthony—she’s still here. I think she will prove her worth.” His fingers trailed over her thighs, “I think she likes being tested.”
Benedict hummed, his gaze playful as he leaned in just enough for Penelope to feel the warmth of his breath against her shoulder. “Oh, she does,” he mused. “She just doesn’t know how much yet.”
A shiver coursed through her, her body betraying her even as her mind struggled to make sense of the situation.
Anthony tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Tell me, Penny,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. “Are you ready to prove yourself?”
Colin leaned down, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear as he whispered, “Be careful how you answer, love.”
Her pulse pounded, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps. She had never felt this way before—flushed, breathless, utterly at their mercy. And yet, deep down, she knew the truth.
She wanted this.
Slowly, she exhaled, her lashes fluttering as she whispered, “Yes.”
Anthony leaned back with a satisfied smirk, his gaze trailing over Penelope’s flushed form. “Colin,” he murmured, “Clean our sweet Penny's cunt. I need your cum out of her if I need to test her further.”
Colin chuckled, shaking his head as he rose to his feet. “Demanding as ever, brother.”
Benedict watched with lazy amusement, his smirk never fading. “I wouldn't have minded,” he mused, his voice laced with admiration. “I quite like her this way, or any way I can have.”
Penelope’s breath was still unsteady, her skin tingling in the aftermath of their relentless teasing. She barely registered Colin moving away until she felt the cool press of a damp cloth against her cunt—soothing, grounding. His fingers opened up her nether lips, cleaning her cunt deeply, his other hand warm against her thigh, careful yet firm, holding her down.
“You did well, love,” Colin murmured, his voice just for her. “But you should know… this was only the beginning.”
Within a flash she was pulled up and Benedict arranged her on her all fours. He propped her arse up and ready for Anthony and then came on the other side, and held her face, caressing her jawline. Her dress was uselessly bunched up around her midriff, covering nothing of substance. Then Anthony began pressing his cock inside her, just like Colin had done and Penelope moaned.
“Benedict.” Anthony instructed sternly, “be a good chap and shut her up with your cock. She is much too loud.”
Benedict, the moment he was free from the confines of his pants, tapped his cock on Penelope's mouth. “Open up.”
She protested. This was a bit weird. Was she supposed to put it in her mouth?
Anthony slammed his cock inside her without mercy, “Open up for Benedict, Penny.”
She didn't, she couldn't.
Colin reached for one of her breasts and grabbed it, mauling it and pinching her nipple so hard she gasped loudly, her mouth falling open with shock. “Aah..”
Benedict, not foolish enough to waste the opportunity, shoved his cock inside her mouth and held her hair tightly. “Suck on it real good, Penny. And don't even think of using your teeth. Or else you will never be able to marry anyone.”
Both the bothers started fucking her without abandon then, Anthony's pounded her cunt mercilessly and Benedict nearly choked her on his cock, so deep inside her mouth he was.
Penelope whimpered against his cock, sending jolts of pleasure in his groin. “Oh fuck…” he cursed and shot his cum inside her mouth. Still holding her head down on his cock. “Don't waste a single drop. Drunk it all.”
Anthony, who had lost all the rhythm by now was pounding wildly in her pussy, felt tension build in his balls and after a few more strokes, he too, spilled inside her.
Colin kissed her temple, “You did well, love,” Colin murmured, his voice just for her. “But you should know… this was only the beginning.”
Penelope's heart lurched. How much more testing would she have to go through?
Time lost meaning as they took turns using her cunt and her mouth, drawing out each reaction, savoring each gasp and sigh.
And as the first hints of light crept through the windows, Colin rearranged her dress around her and grabbed the waist of an utterly spent (and thoroughly fucked) Penelope and escorted her back to her chambers.
Penelope’s mind raced, the events of the night still swirling in her thoughts. Her breath still shallow, she couldn't help but glance up at him.
"Did I pass your brothers’ test?" she asked, her voice soft but laced with uncertainty. Her eyes searched his face, looking for any hint, any answer.
Colin’s lips quirked into a sly smile, the kind that held secrets she wasn’t yet privy to. “We’ll have to wait until breakfast to find out,” he replied, his voice smooth, teasing.
She furrowed her brows slightly, confusion and curiosity mixing in her expression. "You mean, you're not going to tell me now?"
He chuckled, low and rich. "Patience, Pen. Sometimes, the best things are worth waiting for." His hand brushed lightly against hers, the touch both reassuring and tantalizing.
As they reached her door, he paused, turning to her with that same intense, unreadable gaze. “Rest for a few hours,” he murmured, his thumb lightly grazing her knuckles. “At breakfast, we’ll see how well you’ve done.”
Penelope felt a thrill shoot through her, a mixture of anticipation and excitement. He wasn’t giving much away, but somehow, that only made her more intrigued. She nodded slowly, her heart beating a little faster.
She turned to go inside, but before she could open the door, his hand gently cupped her cheek, guiding her gaze to his.
His eyes were darker now, filled with something deeper—something she couldn’t quite name but could certainly feel. The tension between them crackled in the air, thick and intoxicating.
“I think,” he murmured softly, “you deserve a kiss.”
Before she could respond, his lips captured hers, warm and urgent. The kiss was slow at first, as if testing the waters, but soon deepened, becoming more fervent, his body pressing against hers in a way that left her breathless once again.
When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Colin’s voice was a low murmur, filled with raw emotion. “Sleep well, love. Tomorrow, we will continue.”
Penelope’s lips tingled from the kiss, and her breath came in soft, uneven gasps. She smiled softly, her heart fluttering. “Goodnight, Colin.”
With one last lingering look, he stepped back, leaving her standing at her door, her thoughts racing. The night had been full of questions and new experience, and tomorrow, she knew, would bring more answers—and more fire. But she couldn't come to regret it.
Colin entered the study, his footsteps deliberate as he made his presence known. The soft murmur of voices from Anthony and Benedict stopped as soon as they noticed him, and the room grew still. Both of his brothers were lounging casually, yet the air between them was charged with an undercurrent of competition.
“I told you,” Colin said, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips, “I’d be the first to seduce her.” His tone was light, but there was something in his eyes—an edge of frustration.
Anthony’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. “Well, you had an unfair advantage, didn’t you?” he replied tersely. “She loves you.”
“But coming inside her? Promising marriage?” Benedict's brow arched, “that wasn't part of our bet, brother.”
“Well, if you hadn't caught us in the closet, I wouldn't have done it.” Colin said, rubbing the back of his neck, “She kind of expected that we would be married after getting caught together in a compromising position by the viscount.”
Benedict frowned, his smirk faltering. “So you do not want to wed her?”
“No.. no…I do want to wed her.” Colin said quickly, a sly smirk on his lips, “On a second thought, it turns me on to have that plush body waiting for me in my chambers every night.”
“What about your travels, Colin? You’re not exactly the stay-at-home type.” Anthony asked, studying his younger brother's face curiously.
Colin chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned against the doorframe. “I can still travel,” he said, his voice rich with confidence. “Now that I know my wife will be well taken care of while I’m away. And trust me, it seems she enjoyed it, too. So she won’t stray. Everything stays in the family. As long as you both want to keep sampling…”
Benedict’s eyes flicked between Colin and Anthony, his expression unreadable, though there was a flicker of amusement in his gaze. “Seems you’ve thought this through,” he remarked, voice casual.
Anthony leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, clearly contemplating Colin’s words. “Well, I suppose that’s one way to look at it,” he murmured, a little defeated but still intrigued. “ I still feel I should be the one marrying her though.”
Colin’s smirk didn’t fade, his eyes lingering on his brothers for a moment longer before he turned his attention to the door. “Why do you think so?”
“Well, for one, we spilled inside her. She could get with child.” Anthony pointed out, “We all know you are not nearly prepared for fatherhood.”
“And you are?” Asked Colin.
“I don't know, but I have a duty to produce heirs. You don't. Whoever sires a child with her, it could be all claimed by me as a viscount if she marries me. And we all can keep sampling the goods. Benedict can attend his boheme parties, You can sow your wild oats all around the continent, while I—”
“While you have Pen for yourself? I know what you're doing here. And I don't like it.” Said Colin possessively.
“Besides, she wouldn't even agree to marry you, Brother. Remember, she spent the night with us to get permission to marry Colin.” Benedict reasoned. “She loves him.”
“God knows why.” Anthony muttered. “ But I hope to have unfettered access to her even after your marriage, Colin.” Benedict cleared his throat, “Me and Benedict, both.” Anthony added.
“Of course”, Colin agreed quickly, before adding, ”And I expect unfettered access to my trust fund.”
“Deal.” Anthony accepted quickly.
“And now my bet money?” Colin said and Anthony groaned.
A fortnight ago, they overheard Penelope and Eloise discuss how babies came to be. And their theories were so ridiculous that the three brothers had guffawed about it later on.
But somehow Penelope's determined words stuck with Colin. “I do not know how a child comes to be, but I will find out. Soon.”
He felt his cock stir every time he remembered her words. How was she going to find out? He hoped she wouldn't go ruin herself on her quest to gain that knowledge. Or at least, if she was going to get ruined, he hoped it would be him. So he had stalked her like a vulture for days, before finally getting an opportunity to trap her alone with him in the closet. Anthony and Ben walking in on them was a surprise but one that worked in his favour.
The moment Anthony told him to bring her in study instead of kicking up a fuss, he knew what Anthony wanted.
Penelope. Young, nubile Penelope.
He knew both his brothers had lusted after the redhead for a long time. But she was in love with him for years. So he knew he had a better chance at seducing her. He just wanted to fuck her before any of them did. But Penelope assumed that they'd be asked to get married after getting caught. This was working out wonderfully.
He got aroused just by the thought of having this warm, soft body below him every day, every night. Oh how well he would fuck her. So he hastened to breech her and take her virginity before any of his rake brothers could. And now… now he was going to make sure she would be married to him.
He didn't mind sharing her with his brothers. He had shared their women too in the past. The dusky soprano, the modiste who was pretending to be French but was likely from Bath. (Colin had warned Benedict about this). But Colin himself hadn't any mistresses. Because he had always had his eyes set on this redhead.
And now.. now she would be his. Moreover, she wouldn't be averse to some adventure in bed, judging by last night when she had endured the attention of all of them so beautifully. What more could a man want from a wife? He smirked. Now all he had to do was train her to open her legs to any of them unconditionally, anywhere, anytime. And then he would make her his wife.