Page 27 of Gilded Caresses

He does it again and I hear the wet smacking sounds again. We all do.

Heat fills my face but there’s nowhere for me to hide.

Sticky juices spill from my slit to wet my thighs, the sofa, and Elyah’s hand. He’s not hitting me hard, but enough to cause shocks of electricity to pulsate through my core. I’m overly sensitive already and each smack makes my body jolt in their arms.

Tingles of pain and pleasure wash over my throbbing nub, my swollen folds, and my clenching core.

“What the hell? Stop. Just stop!” I fight to close my legs but they refuse to let me move. Lev collars my throat this time stroking the pad over the pulse point.

“Have something to tell us, beautiful?” Lev’s lips are next to my ear and when they brush over the shell my senses hit overload.

My orgasm lingers out of reach. A burning fire that only needs the right set of conditions to release its full strength.

Blue meets black as I glare into Elyah’s eyes. Arrogance pulls his lips up into a smirk that has me wanting to smack it off him.

Smack.

“Elyah!” I scream.

“Tell us and I’ll let you come so sweetly.”

NO! I scream internally but I know my fight is weakening. I shake my head to drive away the urge to give in. I refuse to come. Not like this. Not under such cruel, exquisite torture.

“Here you can whisper it to me.” Elyah leans in his scent pure male. “Still, no?”

Smack.

Again and again, he uses the right amount of force to have me toeing the edge of my release but never hard enough to send me over.

Gregor is between the two men. With my dress crumbled around my waist and naked from the neck down I’m fully exposed to his hungry intent. He palms my breast and takes a nipple between his warm lips. He sucks the tip deep into his hungry mouth.

He releases with a decadent and juicy pop. “Tell us what we already know,moya kroshka,and we’ll let you come.” He swirls the tip of his tongue over one peak and then the other.

“Sapphire,” I blurt, huffing with anger and need. “Sapphire Constantine.”

The sounds of their low rumbling growls are intoxicating.

Smack.

I buck against Elyah’s steady fingers. I sink a hand between my thighs and stroke my fingers over my clit. Once. That is all I am allowed before an iron grip clamps over my wrist and jerks it away.

“Bad girl.” Lev murmurs and does the job for me. I ride his hand to completion. Screaming, gasping, fighting for it and against it. Everything in me is shuddering and out of control. I collapse back against the sofa unable to catch my breath.

“We have a Constantine spread between us, gentlemen. Should we feast or let her free?”

Lev’s lips peel back like a beast. “I’m hungry. She runs and I’ll hunt her down for us, brother. Maybe we should give her a head start. I’m up for a little playtime.” The Bratva’s teeth rake across the pebbled tips of my breasts. The first one I can handle but when he moves to the other, I suck in air and cry out.

“She could slip out of neutral territory.”

“I’d risk a bullet to bring her back to us.”

They continue talking as if I am not naked and lying between the three of them.

I’m ashamed of how easily my body reacts to them, but at the same time, how can I not? They have worked my body to completion—twice. But I’m desperate to feel them deep inside me. I want what Belle has. I want it so badly I can feel the dream within my grasp.

Or it could all be fantasy. I’ll untangle fact from fiction later. Right now I just want to know what it is to have these men take my body.

A soft round of applause from beyond the curtain pushes away the fog lingering over my brain.

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