Page 22 of Gilded Lies

“That wicked glint in your eyes and the way you bite that lip has me wondering what naughty ideas are floating around in that brain of yours.”

Oliver pulls me off the sofa and finds the edge of my cashmere dress. He inches it up to find me bare underneath.

“I didn’t like the lines they made underneath the dress.”

Danika tips my chin up and captures my gaze with his. “You never need to apologize for being ready for your men.”

Callused hands glide up my bare thighs, over the plump flesh of my ass and then higher until they settle over my womb. “I’m going to savor every second of putting our seed inside here. Seeing you grow with our child. You’ve already stolen our hearts. When we see you round and glowing our souls won’t stand a chance. You’ll command those too.”

Pulses of heat flood my system. “Oliver, Danika, Rune. I belong to you all. Please don’t break me.”

“We will not break you, petals. We are going to ruin you for any other man.”

And just like that, Rune turns the temperature between us from hot to scorching. Fear, excitement, and hot lusting pulses all merge inside me.

“Do your worst to me.” I don’t know who the sassy-mouthed woman is, but I am starting to like this version of myself.

Rune kneels in front of me, and Oliver pulls me to lean back into his arms while his friend hooks a thigh over his shoulder.

Oliver reaches down my body and moves the last bit of dress away from the apex of my thighs to fully reveal my freshly-waxed folds. Rune shifts back slightly and when the heat of his gaze caresses me I grow wetter. He widens my legs and gives a low growl of appreciation at the sight.

I gauge his expression, but I don’t know what I am worried about. There isn’t a time this man doesn’t love going down on me. The light inside the private booth isn’t the greatest but the fixtures running along the edges of the top and the floor illuminate the glittering need in his eyes.

Unable to stop myself, I trail the tips of my fingers over Rune’s chin. A light stubble has grown since he last shaved. Will it chafe my thighs? Will he kiss it better if it hurts?

He slips a finger through my folds and passes the roughened pad over my clit.

His hooded gaze flicks up to mine. “All these sweet juices are for us?”

“Every last drop, Rune.” I trace my fingers over the ridges of his braid wishing I could loosen the long lengths and run my fingers through his hair.

“You seem possessed every time you are about to…” How do I put this and not sound crass?

“Eat you, petals? Say it. Talk dirty to me and say what I am about to do to you.”

“Eat me,” I repeat, feeling a flush coming on. “You’re about to go down on me and eat my pussy. But why do you look like I could be your last meal on earth, and you would be happy?” I know. I feel the same way about them, but a fragile part of me wants tohear how much they want me, so I give in to my weakness, just a little.

Rune’s gaze draws past my bare stomach to land on mine. “Because that’s how addiction works.”

“To me?”

He traces the tip of his tongue over the crease of my folds and stops shy of reaching my clit. A shudder of anticipation runs through me.

“Rune!” I gasp.

“You sound doubtful.”

“Curious,” I counter.

“Hold her open for me, Rune.”

When Rune does what Danika asks, my criminal lover drags his finger through my folds and passes the roughened pad of his thumb over my clit.

A deep, sultry sigh is instant and dragged out of me without consent.

They do that to me. Every. Last. One. Of. Them.

Danika’s hooded gaze flicks to mine, and he rubs the pad of his wet finger over my lower lip. “Taste and find out for yourself,” he commands deeply.

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