Page 9 of Gilded Lies

“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 Oliver who 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, Magnolia.”

My heart doesn’t know what to do with what he says. “But you don’t know me.”

“I don’t care about your history.”

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

“What are you saying?”

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

“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 Rune.

Danika takes my hand and guides it to Oliver’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 made such a daring move?

“There’s nothing to be shy about, Magnolia. 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.”

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

“Close your mouth, baby, and lick it clean.”

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

Danika pulls my attention his way.

He has a scar through his left eyebrow. A fight? An accident? Does it matter? I trace the thin white line.

“Magnolia?” Danika is on his knees in front of me. His scent fills my lungs. There is no boundary between us. He lifts my chin and nibbles on the edge. I always hated the dip in the middle, but the way he lavishes my cleft chin with so much attention he makes me feel utterly perfect.

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

“Look up.”

I follow his line of sight.

“Oh,” I say breathlessly. Scattered lights around the room throw us in stark relief to the white sheets beneath us. The sight of us intertwined together is beautiful.Theyare breathtakingly stunning. Together we paint a picture of carnal lust.

“You’re irresistible. Look how beautiful you are between your three lovers,” Rune 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 makes 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?

“Lay her back, Rune.”

Rune reclines and takes me down with him. Hot skin on skin. He spreads me over his torso face up and Oliver settles my feet wide, exposing me to Danika’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.

Rune 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, but I want nothing more than to melt into the bliss of his claiming touch. But not yet. Not while his friends grip my thighs and hold me open.

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