Page 19 of Gilded Caresses

She whispers like she wants to tell me the dirtiest of secrets. “Don’t look now but you have visitors coming your way. Nowyouseek out those bold new adventures and maybe lose that V card to a crew of handsome Bratva.”

“Belle,” I start.

She speaks over me. “Those pretty blues have given you away all week. Don’t lie. Plus, if you stare at them any harder those sapphires will shatter from the pressure.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I lie.

“The way you’re smoothing those hands over that dress says otherwise. I’ll call you in the morning.”

A teasing wink and Belle slips her hands from my shoulders and takes her lovers’. In a louder voice, she says, “Gentlemen, becareful with her.” With that, she moves away to do her thing with her three southern charmers.

Leaving me with my mouth hinged open. I dare a look over my shoulder and oh, shit.

“Vsegda,” husks the blond one sending my back straight. My skin sizzles with heat from the caress of his voice over my senses.

Gregor Zakharov. Why do accents on men have to be so sexy? I have no idea what he said but it came across like a promise.

My eyes connect with his and the instant shock of energy is breathtaking.

Lev Pavlov is standing next to him. The raw hunger in their gazes doesn’t hurt my confidence but I still have to squelch the urge to hit the exit the closer they get.

It’s a hard-wired instinct and nearly impossible to fight against. When predators get too close, my senses hit high alert and these men ooze with intoxicating danger.

I know I should leave, but my feet have a different idea of how this moment should go.

I turn fully to face them, hook a slow smile on my lips dripping with a level of confidence I don’t feel. The Gilded Key is the one place I feel if I were to lose my virginity to a stranger this would be the place to do it.

But they are not strangers and tonight I’m tipsy enough to consider it.

Six

Sapphire

For the first time in my life, I don’t know what to say.

“Krasavitsa, ne davay nam provesti etu noch’ v odinochestve.”

Entranced by the flow and dip of his native language, I stand there and blink up at the one I know as Gregor. Neatly combed hair, his light beard trimmed short with attention to the details. Sexy. Rugged yet refined, too.

“Beautiful, let us not spend this night alone,” the other I know as Lev translates smoothly in a deep voice smoother than warm honey over leather. Tousled dark hair reveals a wild side but the expensive suits tell me they have refined tastes.

With them towering over me it’s impossible to escape the way their heat reaches for me. They have the blood in my veins simmering with lust.

But their pack is incomplete. The third, the true alpha of the trio is still missing.

Overhead lights dim, signaling the start of Belle’s performance. Inside these walls, no one cares about your pedigree. Not a single soul here looks at me and thinks she’s an undertaker, a pawn. Trash.

Especially not these two.

Lev straightens his cuffs, never taking his eyes off me.

“Beautiful? You have a smooth way of sweet-talking to your prey.”

Lev’s well-shaped lips pull back in a smile as Gregor takes my hand in his. Together they move forward and before I know it we are sitting in the booth, each one on either side of me with the table blocking any chances of escape.

“Maybe. But it doesn’t change the facts.”

I get the first mind-warping hit of their colognes. Not overwhelming. Clean, masculine. Fucking intoxicating.

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