The days after our heated union in the study passed in a whirlwind of stolen moments and careful scheming. Priya and Lakshmi became my shadows, their bodies always ready to reinforce our pact. One evening, as we lounged in my chambers, the three of us naked and slick from a quick round where I'd taken Priya against the wall while Lakshmi licked her clit from below, we turned to strategy.

Priya traced circles on my chest, her head on my shoulder. 'Arjun's crumbling. The second brother suspects something, but he won't act yet. Who next?'