Page 21 of Gilded Dreams

Behind me I hear clothes rustling, and I assume the other two are ditching their tuxedos. Fear of loving what is about to happen stains the rush of excitement climbing inside of me. Itighten my fingers around the chain above my head and brace myself.

Holding my gaze Atlas slips the dress shirt from perfectly rounded, strong shoulders. My fingers twitch to reach out and trace the hard edges and dips. How many nights had I dreamed of having all that deliciousness draped over me? Pinning me to the bed? Too many to count, for sure.

Atlas steps into the pool of light pouring over me. Ryder and Brogan at his sides. They move together as one.

Three gloriously muscular bodies stand before me. My pulse hums and the blood in my veins turns hot. My core tightens and I’m terrified by how much I’m going to love tonight.

That’s when I see it. My butterfly.

My jaw literally drops to my chest. All three have the same tattoo as my necklace over their hearts. A golden butterfly with the same placement of jewels, rubies, and sapphires along the outer parts of the wings, only theirs is in expertly-applied ink and mine are the real deal.

“I think our girl realizes this isn’t a game to us, gentlemen.”

Dark brown eyes hold mine. I suddenly realize my plan for a quick getaway after tonight is in jeopardy. Atlas’ tender voice contradicts the dark expression consuming his looks. He is the hard-ass of the trio. Always was. But that tattoo. My necklace. The way his tone dips and drips with enough emotion to fill a lake.

Yeah, something’s different about Atlas.

My breath catches at the power infused into his words. I feel those emotions to my very soul. Just like I do his touch on myheated body. My lashes fall to my cheeks. “Atlas,” I say again. He slides his hands around my midriff and his thick finger dips between my ass cheeks, teasing over my asshole and making me moan.

His mouth is only an inch from mine and I drop my gaze to his lips, wanting to taste him again. I press my hips back and shudder when his soft touch turns firmer, more curious. The tip of his finger enters my forbidden entrance. Nothing too deep, just a tease that has me pressing into him for more.

“Ah,” I practically hum in surprise. I toy with the idea of asking him to uncuff me so we can all play on equal grounds. But then Atlas speaks.

“You should know, there’s a part two of that contract we signed.” Fingers find the fringes of my hair and he rubs the ends together.

Dark brown eyes meet mine.

“And I agreed to by signing the ledger?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“How is that even fair?”

“Perks of being key bearers, I guess.”

Sneaky bastards. Doesn’t surprise me. I should have flipped the paper over. I rethink the whole cuffs issue I’m currently dealing with. “At this point do I need to even care?” It’s better they leave me in these damn things because, so help me, if they release me right now, I’m not sure if I will rage on them or run for the sake of my heart’s safety.

To my left a very naked and very aroused Brogan picks up the velvety bag I had in my hand from earlier and slips out the silverbutt plug and a white tube. Light catches on the faceted crystal at the end. I’m not even sure what to call it but I know the second they insert it, the pretty diamond side is all they’ll see when they bend me over.

A chill of excitement runs up my spine, but I tamper that shit down and hide it behind a mask of indifference.

“I think she’s ready to get started.”

My heart stills and my gaze bounces from Atlas to Brogan. Atlas takes the tube and smears a nice amount on his fingers. His heavy, cum-dripping cock bounces between his legs and I involuntarily lick my lips.

“I don’t like the look of total mischief on your face.”

“That’s because we have all the control.”

“I’m a virgin,” I blurt out. Not the best timing, then again, there’s never a “good” time to tell your stepbrother and his two friends you’d never had sex. Kind of embarrassing at twenty-six, really. Especially after the way they told me to get lost. Some revenge sex should have been in order, but after that kind of rejection...I sigh heavily.

But there it was. The truth. Maybe they’ll let me go now.

Three sets of eyes are on me.

“We know. Why do you think we picked this room? It’s designed specifically for a virgin and first-time harems.”

Oh.

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