Page 10 of Gilded Kisses

I freeze, air locking in my lungs.

And then I get a mind-warping hit of cologne.Oh, God.

It serves as a direct current to my libido and it takes all I have inside me not to strip off my dress and demand to be fucked.

Forbidden as it may be, it’s what I want. I want all three to take control and claim me. Maybe that is how I purge them from my soul and then I can move on.

“I wondered how long it would take for you to seek us out.”

But I am not that brave yet. I stay motionless and melt into my godfather’s possessive touch as it glides from my shoulder and over the hard peaks of my breasts.

“Our sweet Aster.” My name sounds torn from his lips. Like it pains him to say it.

I shudder in his arms as his hand smooths down my quivering abdomen to settle over a hip, effectively locking me to him like he’s as desperate to feel all of me as I am him.

“Are you wanting us to die for you? Is your father hiding nearby ready to send us to hell?”

“No. Never. You don’t understand,” I blurt out and try to turn but the powerful grip on my hip keeps me from turning.

“Then what are you doing here?”

I’ve come to beg you to take me to bed and make this insatiable hunger to have you claim me go away.But the words are lumps of self-doubt choking me. Who would believe me? I sound crazy just thinking the words.

So, I stick with another form of the truth. “Looking for you.”

His lips surround the soft lobe of my ear before he nips the tender flesh. The sudden spike of pain mixed with pleasure has me gasping. The way my curves meld into the hard plains of my captor’s body leaves me breathless.

I reach behind me and sink my fingers into soft hair and our lips move closer. “Mirsha,” I breathe heavily in a rush of soft syllables and angle my face up to his. Using both hands, I wrestle my nerves into submission and shove them into the corner. I’m not here to hide what I want. And I guess neither is he from how his thick cock teases the seam of my ass and his lips brush against mine.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs roughly, so close I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin.

My heart pounds wildly. “You scared me,” I admit softly, unable to take my eyes off him.

His chest expands with a deep breath, like he’s filling his lungs with my scent.

“Good,” my godfather rumbles and the vibrations penetrate me to the core. “There’s a lot you should fear in the darkness. Does your father know where you are?” he growls next to my ear.

There are millions of ways to answer that question, but I settle on the deepest of my personal truths. I lift a shoulder with a slight shrug. “It doesn’t matter now that I am here.”

His expression hardens in the moonlight and looks about as cold as the statue I ran into earlier.

A brooding frown settles on his lips. “Ah, baby girl, what have you done? Your father will be murderous,” he husks in a strangled tone. Like he’s fighting an inner war and the wrong side is winning at the moment.

His warmth seeps into me.

“I’ll deal with him later. Right now, I just need to know...”

“What?”

I don’t realize my hand has come up to my throat, until Mirsha snarls, “Has he hurt you again?”

I drop my hand. “Don’t worry about him. My questions first. Why did you leave Chicago without staying in contact with me? There are a million ways you could have reached out in secret. Instead, you just left and all there was between us was silence. No goodbye. Nothing but a single note left for me with my cousin. Never search you out. Four words from you for six years, Mirsha. Six? Do you not love me?” Panic claws at my insides at the myriad of possible answers. I don’t want to hear him say no, but I have to. How else could it be so easy for them to walk away?

“How do I make you come back to me?” My voice cracks from the weight of emotions pressing on my chest.

The hand resting over my hip tightens around the material of my dress. And for the first time in so long, my godfather’s warm, firm lips find the dip in my shoulder. Teeth scrape along the tender flesh and I melt into him. My lashes fall closed and I mentally capture this moment for the dark days I know will come.

Mirsha lifts his mouth from my skin to move his attention toward my other godfathers who have yet to leave their positions by the tree. They watch and wait. For now, they stand sentry while Mirsha cocoons me protectively against him.

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