Page 19 of Room One Hundred and Five

“We’re saying tonight is going to leave us all scarred and damn if the three of us care as long as we get a few hours with someone as tender and innocent as you.”

That is Stefan.

Adrian takes my hand from his chest and guides it to Emilio’s impressive cock. Pre-cum drips from the end. He wraps his hand around mine and together we stroke him from base to tip. With each upward caress, more hot seed spills from the slit. I stroke my thumb through the liquid, tempted to taste him. But what would they think of me if I did such a daring move?

“There’s nothing to be shy about, Stella. It’s okay to want. But you look so beautiful when you are so unsure.” He takes his thumb, gathers a fat drop of his pre-cum and holds it out for me to lick clean. “You can have a taste, beautiful flower.”

With Stefan looking on and Adrian keeping me steady, I lean forward and open for their friend. Holding his gaze, I stick out my tongue and moan when I taste Emilio.

“Close your mouth and lick it clean.”

I follow his lead and moan around his thumb. Tangy and salty.

Stefan pulls my attention his way.

He has a scar through his right eyebrow I didn’t notice until now. A fight? An accident? I make a mental note to ask about it later. That and all the other scars littered under the ink of their tattoos.

I trace the thin white line.

“Stella?” Stefan is on his knees beside me. His scent fills my lungs. There is no boundary between us. He lifts my chin and nibbles on the edge. I always hated being touched this much by other people, but I can't get enough of it now. The way he lavishes me with nips and kisses makes me feel utterly perfect. Special.

“Yes?” I whisper, when my senses take a moment to work.

“Look up.”

I follow Stefan’s line of sight.

“Oh,” I say breathlessly. Scattered lights around the room throw us in stark relief to the off 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 Club Sin 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 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.

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