Page 20 of Gilded Whispers

“Oh,” I say breathlessly. Scattered lights around the room throw us in stark relief to the soft caramel brown of the duvet beneath us. The sight of us intertwined together is beautiful.Theyare breathtakingly stunning. Together we paint a picture of carnal lust.

“It’s a Gilded Key feature they boast about in the brochure. The second you entered our elevator tonight I couldn’t wait to see you spread out under the mirror.”

My face burns. “Ah,” I say, but in my head I’m screaming at the fact every inch of my body is exposed to their gazes.

“You’re irresistible. Look how beautiful you are between your three lovers,” Emilio whispers in my ear like he is sharing a secret just between us.

I can’t fathom the idea that they have not shared a lover before me, but each of them make me feel treasured. All three are talking like our coming together is fate, but it is all part of their ruse. I am sure women all over the world have fallen for their games. And that is okay. This is a fantasy, right?

Adrian fully reclines and takes me down with him. Hot skin on skin. He spreads me back over his torso face up this time and Emilio settles my feet wide, exposing me to Stefan’s gaze.

Their eyes caress over the swell of my breasts, the dip, and rise of my hips and womanly curves. This is as filthy as it is perverse, and I love it.

But they also see the scar. Curiosity fills their expression. They want to ask, but they must sense my hesitancy and think better of it because both men simply lean over me and kiss the puckered flesh of the inches-long knife wound across my abdomen.

Adrian reaches around me and gathers the weight of my breasts in both hands. He massages and squeezes their heavy weight with perfect pressure.

My head relaxes on his shoulder, and I forget all about scars and pain. I want nothing more than to melt into the bliss of his claiming touch.

But I can’t. Not yet. Not while his friends grip my thighs and hold me open.

I know what comes next and I have this burning need to watch it happen so I can commit this moment into my memory.

Stefan lowers his dark head between my thighs. When he drags the pad of his wet tongue over my throbbing clit I cry out so loud my entire world quakes.

“Has another man ever licked your sweet pussy before, little flower?” Stefan asks. “Be honest. Are we erasing memories or building new ones for you tonight?”

I shake my head embarrassed I might not be experienced enough to pleasure these men fully.

“I couldn’t let him touch me. Something in me told me he wasn’t the one I was meant for.” And I paid for my decision, but I keep that to myself.

My hand falls to my abdomen. Emilio and Stefan look on in horror as I cover the scar, understanding settling over their handsome features.

But neither man says a word. They just look between them, and then to Adrian who’s arms tighten around me protectively.

My lashes fall and I soak in their silent support.

“Watch, Stella.” Adrian brushes the back of his knuckles over the soft slope of my cheek. “Watch how much my brother enjoys the tastes of you on his tongue. Watch your lover lick your juices and pleasure that beautiful pussy with every single stroke.” He points to the mirror above us and for a long moment I can’t look away. I don’t want to look away.

Black hair blends with black as both men take turns lavishing me with pleasure. First Emilio and then Stefan. Blood races through my veins. My heart pounds.

All their richly tan skin makes the milky cream of mine stand out.

“Do you wanna come on their tongue, little flower?”

Adrian tips my chin around and he angles his head to where we can lock eyes when I say, “More than anything in this world, Adrian.”

Masculine groans come from between my legs. I dig my fingers into Emilio’s thick hair. “Oh—yes—good,” I moan. There’s truly nothing between any of us and that makes me wetter. Hot liquid drips down the crack of my ass and I can feel it wetting me in places I’ve never had a man before.

I guess that makes me a double virgin. I shudder at the thought that comes to mind. Hoping...maybe. Would I be brave enough if it came to that? I hope so. Stefan moves to the side and spreads my folds for his friend.

Am I wetting Adrian beneath me? Is it a turn on for him? I wish I wasn’t so naïve about what men actually like versus what I write in books. I saw it with a few of the Society members tonight, but I can only assume.

Adrian breaks out into a string of curses. “Fuck, she’s already dripping all over my cock and we haven’t even taken her yet. She’s gonna grip our cocks and ruin us entirely.”

Adrian turns my head and takes my lips in an unhurried kiss. He’s greedy and likes to take what he wants when he wants it, I am quickly learning. They all do. “You’re our angel, little flower.”

Ours?

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