Page 32 of Gilded Caresses

She looks at me with an odd purse of her lips but only nods in agreement. Discovering my contract is NOT how I want Harlon to find out.

“Krasivaya,” they all say in unison and my nipples instantly turn rock hard. I shudder at the sound of their combined voices. Like smoke over dark wood.

What the hell did I just do?

Those voices send my blood pounding through me. Truth be told my heart rate hasn’t calmed since I came all over Gregor’s face earlier in the evening.

“Don’t be scared.”

I turn at the warm touch of a hand to find Gregor at my back, his eyes taking in every inch of my body.

“I’m not.” I’m petrified of what I just did. Excited. Horny. All of it. It’s like a cauldron of spilled potions in the pit of my stomach and there’s no telling the end result—either a curse or a blessing. Maybe something in between.

I can feel the length of Gregor’s cock hardening between us and he’s not hiding the fact either.

He speaks softly, his lips brushing over mine as a soft caress. “Relax, we are here to give you pleasure. Let this evening flow and be what is meant to be. All of us getting to know each other.”

Sounds good, but in all those pretty words my brain is screamingenemy, enemy, enemy.

“Okay, I can do that.” My pulse races, but I’m in, I think with conviction.

His green eyes shine with silent promises.

Lev moves to my side and his grin is downright wicked.

Elyah approaches, stripping off his suit jacket and tie before releasing the buttons of his dress shirt. There’s a constant rage behind those thick lashes and part of me craves to know his pain. Now that I think about it, they all have the same shadows haunting them as if they have a dark secret to share.

I look up at Gregor and he melds our body heat together with his nearness. “We will never hurt you. Not unless you want us to.”

I trail a finger down his chest and stop over top of his belt buckle. I give it a tug flashing Elyah and Lev a sultry grin. “Good,because I might need my pussy spanked again, and next time I want it a little harder.”

Hands, mouths, and hunger roar to life and suddenly I am in the middle of a storm of passion.

Shirts drop, zippers hiss, shoes thump on the floor, and in record time we are all gloriously, unapologetically naked.

Nine

Sapphire

All three men stand in front of me. Soft light cascades over us from an elegant crystal chandelier and the shadow play is just right.

Their deeply tan skin is covered in ample amounts of tattoos in various swirls of ink in almost every shade of color known to man. Arms, shoulders, and a few sprinkled across the lower abdomen. I bet when they turn around, I’ll find it covered in ink too.

And then the light glints of raised skin and I see them tucked beneath all the ink.

Scars. Lots of them.

They don’t try to hide them but you can tell from the stone-cold stares they are not here to talk about how those puckered raised slashes across their thighs and arms came to pass.

Another time, I remind myself. I’m here to get pregnant.

Their bodies radiate heat the closer they get.

“Like what you see,” Lev growls into my lips. He’s stroking his cock with easy glides of his hand. Those tatted fingers against such hard steel remind me he’s flesh and blood but ruthless in getting what he wants too.

“Maybe, I might need to see more of you before I decide. Test the product, you know,” I tease mercilessly.

Lev’s growl is animalistic. “Mouthy. I’m going to love feeding you every inch and shutting you up.”

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