Page 17 of Room One Hundred and Five

His slow smile melts me to him.

“And Emilio.”

“Yes, beautiful flower.” He moves in and I take his kiss with renewed hunger.

I don’t know why or how, but their names sound familiar to me. I know for sure I’ve never met them, but I still have a sense of déjà vu.

None of that matters. I push that aside and mentally collect my heart off the floor at the meaning behind Adrian’s softly spoken words. No one besides my sister has cared enough about me to want to know my name. I’m always the baby sister stuck in her room with her shelves of books. It’s no exaggeration either. After our parents died, I buried myself in books and writing. She turned to a life of crime.

And then I got sick. Then there was William.

Ugh. I do not want to go there. I stomp on that memory and try to crush him and his ugly face into a pile of rubble in my mind. Neither have a place in my head tonight. And definitely not in my heart.

I place my hands over Adrian’s, our warmth becoming one. His body is turned into mine though I’m in Stefan’s powerful arms.

I can’t explain it but I feel their names carve into the softness of my heart with every single letter of their names. I swear with every ounce of my being a connection forges between us. I will forever carry these men with me. I can only pray they remember me after tonight.

“Stella,” I offer purposefully leaving off my maiden name. A lot of people recognize Moone and I don’t want to talk about my father, his criminal record or anything else for that matter.

Adrian, the man with the rich black hair and captivating brown eyes takes my hand in his and turns it over. He places a fervent kiss to the center of my palm and from there on out the entire evening is a blur of pleasure.

“Stella suits you beautifully.”

Stefan slowly lowers me to the floor. He takes so much care that he doesn’t fully release his hold on me until I am sitting on the edge of the bed where I am safe.

All three take a step back to discard their shirts and I do nothing but marvel at the sight of them standing fully naked in front of me a moment later. Muscles bulge and ripple. Soft light cascades over us and the shadow play is just right.

My writer’s brain tries to keep up with all the visual input but I quickly give up and surrender myself to being in the moment.

Their deeply tanned skin is covered in ample amounts of tattoos in various swirls of ink in almost every shade of color known to man. Barbed wire, red roses, coiled snakes, blackened skulls and bloody daggers.

I take in every detail. Every scar and bullet wound.

Emilio has a raven with its wings fully spread from one shoulder to the next. The immense detail that went into every feather and the haunting look in the bird's-eye draws me in. I step into his personal space, lifting a finger to trace over the dark ink.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur.

The tip of his finger under my chin is gentle as I have come to expect. I lift my eyes to his. “You’re the true beauty here.”

I step back.

Mixed in with those tattoos are scars. Lots of them. Bullet holes. I am a virgin, not inexperienced in life. My mother taught me early on that men with these amounts of scars didn’t have clean souls. She would know given the man she married. But can I really judge these men on my mother’s experiences? Would that be fair?

I know these men are dangerous but it’s not like I’m accepting a proposal here tonight.

Strong tatted up fingers grip thick, pre-cum dripping cocks.

“So far you’ve been nothing but respectful. But I’m not going to break. I want you to touch me, hold me, break me a little and make me love it.” I don’t mean to sound like a tease, but I have to admit that my core tightens at the animalistic growls coming out of the three of them.

I don’t know where the playful kitten routine is coming from, but I’m starting to like this new version of myself.

Amber eyes turn devilish. “Seeing you take my cock in between those pretty pink lips is going to be an early Christmas present for all of us.”

Emilio strokes his thumb over my bottom lip. Before I can stop myself, I turn a fraction and take it between my lips, sucking his thumb deep in my mouth. The rumble of appreciation that comes from him causes my walls to clench.

They stroke their hard cocks and I watch as pre-cum wets the swollen heads.

I back up. One step and then another when all three advance on me. My dress hits the floor, my shoes, too. I’m tossed into the middle of the bed and I’m consumed from mouth to toes. They fall over me. Skin on skin. I don’t do it consciously but when I feel one of them press against me, I take their cock in hand and stroke the hard flesh.

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