Throuple

Iris had always wondered what the inside of Emile’s home looked like.

It was much more grand than she could have ever imagined. High ceilings, gold trimming on the walls, beautiful chandeliers. It was definitely a home that she could get used to.

“This is amazing,” Iris looked around.

“I decorated,” Sienna smiled.

“And I paid for it.” Emile stated.

“I see.” Iris laughed slightly.

“Let us give you the full tour.” Emile winked.

As they walked through the house, Iris was reminded of the first time she had given Emile the tour of her house the same way she had Donovan.

She had been so nervous, even though she knew Emile wanted her.

Iris recalled how increasingly persistent Emile’s hands got the longer the tour went on. The moment they stepped foot in her bedroom. Emile kissed Iris and lifted her off her feet. She grunted as Emile pressed her against the wall powerfully.

Emile’s breathing was heavy and ragged as he dragged his lips over her throat and his fingers moved her underwear to