Page 18 of Room One Hundred and Five

Adrian’s grown is primal. “Stella, my beautiful flower. Fuck, your touch is heaven and hell.”

“I need you. All three of you. I’m ready for you to ruin me. Dirty me, men. Dirty me and make good on that promise to make sure I only want you after you finish with me.”

I rid my heart of William’s curse over me. He doesn’t own my heart anymore. I’m not sure he ever did. I take back my control and put a new spin on the word dirty. He used it to tear me down. I’m going to rebuild myself from the inside out starting right now.

I raise my chin, my decision made. As if I could turn back now, anyway. I swallow trembling at what is about to come out of my mouth. But scared or not, I say it.

“Daddies, please.”

Six

Stella

Heat teases through my body. It’s like I’ve uttered two special words that push them over the edge.

Lips, hands and tongues caress and love every inch of my body.

And then time slows when Stefan helps me to my knees. Behind me, I feel hands grip my hips. I angle my head around when his fingers slip under the heavy weight of my hair and he massages my scalp. Light blonde hair falls over my shoulders to play over my nipples.

Strong arms wind around me, and my back is pulled into his front. His length presses into the crease of my ass and he slowly rocks. My whole body trembles, melts with anticipation, sending my heart into a fluttering race.

“Stefan.”

“Yes, cherry blossom?”

All their cute nicknames for me makes my heart swell with ideas of a forever I have no business entertaining.

He traces the rounded petals of the falling blossoms artistically etched over the ample swell of first my right breast and then the left.

I don’t have a question. Not one that needs a verbal answer, anyway. I reach behind me and run my fingers through his long, black hair–the length slipping through my fingers.

Emilio, tired of only being an onlooker from where he lies across the bed, decides to steal me from his friend.

“Not fair, fucker,” Stefan say but there isn’t an ounce of hatred in his tone.

Emilio brushes them off and presses his forehead against mine. “You can leave. We won’t do anything but help you back into your dress. But please don’t leave us. Spend a night between us and let whatever comes to be happen.”

“What makes you think I don’t want to be here?”

“The weariness in your eyes. The crease between your brows.”

The sincerity of his words rings in my ears.

“I’ve never done this. It feels wrong and right all at once.” I look at each of them, but it’s Adrian who comes to me, takes my face in his hands and pulls me back to him like he needs to be the one to say these next words.

“You’ve made me feel something that scares the hell out of me, Stella.”

He pulls me to straddle him.

I spread my palms over his broad chest and lower myself until I can see the specks of gold and green in the depths of his brown eyes. “But you don’t know me.”

“I don’t care about your history or ours.”

“None of us do.” Stefan brushes my hair to the side and Emilio places a kiss on my exposed shoulder.

“What are you saying?”

Each of them are touching me. Holding me. Kissing me anywhere they can reach.

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