Page 15 of Room One Hundred and Five

Now I want to know everything they can do to my body right this second.

Heat flows through my body, stopping at each point of pleasure before moving on. I draw in a shallow breath and let it out slowly.

I look between all three of my one-night stands and know for the next few hours I’ll be safe in their arms and in their bed.

I mold myself against Emilio’s front, feeling every inch of his hard body with mine. I drop my clutch where Emilio and I connect before reaching for the other two.

Our palms glide together, rough in some places and soft in others. Energy exchanges.

The air in the elevator pulsates with a different kind of heat. One I’m dying to experience. God help me, but I’m beyond tired of feeling lost and alone and if I could only have one night of feeling special in the arms of these men, the cold in my heart may never return.

Filthy pussy no one will want to fuck.

I shove William’s voice from my head.

I take a shaky breath and open my mouth. “I’m yours for the evening. Be gentle with my heart, but leave my body knowing you three claimed it by the time the sun rises in the morning.” Shocks of uncertainty run through me, but I’m not backing down.

The hunger in my strangers’ eyes leaves me breathless.

Five

Stella

Thirty-nine floors above Seattle’s busy streets, I let three strangers take me to their room.

Doors silently swoosh open and we briskly make our way down a long corridor lit only by cool light running down the edges of the ceiling and floor. Emilio’s strong embrace never falters as he holds me snuggly against his body.

If I push all the horrible crap that happened tonight from my brain, I can pretend I’m special to these three men for however long we have together tonight.

They make it easy with their gentle touches and sweet kisses.

Shadows play over their ridiculously handsome faces and my brain stutters on the play of light and dark. They might be dangerous men to some, but to me they’ve been nothing but kind. Part of my brain balks at the idea of giving my virginity to strangers, but how long do I wait and who has the rule book on who the “right one” is? I don’t, and there is no one here to judge me.

Instead of being scared, the adrenaline jacking my system is from anticipation of what happens next. I take in my surroundings with one sweep and realize this is happening quickly.

There are no hanging lights, no other details about the long hallway that opens up at the end except for the massive bed and the expansive floor to ceiling window at the far end of the wide open space. Beyond the glass panes lies a darkened city.

Club Sin delivers on desires and they are exceptionally skilled at making sure every single one is met. No distractions unless requested.

Marble floor converts carpet. Muted browns and golds with off white here and there make up the color palette of room one hundred and five. The Autumn colors blend well with the glittering lights of the city in the distance.

“Beautiful room.” Simplistic is my preferred style. Nothing that will distract me from my goals.

Their smiles are slow, sexy as fuck and have my insides quivering as the door softly closes behind us.

Emilio lowers me to the edge of the bed, and I drop my clutch to the soft duvet. He goes to move away, but I pull him toward me.

“Stay. Please.” I don’t know what has me not wanting to break contact, but I love the feel of his hands on me.

He brushes a few strands of hair aside, his smile slow and understanding. “What’s wrong, little flower? I’m not going anywhere.” His hand falls from my hip only to gather my fingers between his. He brings them to his lips. We lock gazes as he presses small, calming kisses over each knuckle.

“Nothing is wrong. I just…” My words falter.

“You have us for the evening. All for you.” The one with the scar through his lips is back at my side. He’s lost his tuxedo jacket and loosened his bowtie. It hangs around his neck in a relaxed fashion I’ve written about one hundred times before. Reading it and experiencing the view causes two wholly different reactions in my body.

The one I think is the leader of the trio comes to my other side. “Cherry blossoms,” he murmurs so damn seductively the virgin walls of my pussy clench. “So damn sweet.” His mouth falls over my colorful ink. I briefly notice he’s ditched his jacket and bow tie, too.

A whimper catches on my lips and it takes everything I have not to beg for them to ravish me until I’m begging for mercy right fucking now. I fight not to release all the emotions burning through my body like a burning star falling from heaven.

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