Page 25 of Gilded Secrets

“What is that?”

Bastian and Dante both move in our direction, each looking predatory in their movements. Powerful shoulders sway and roll under the material of their insanely expensive suits.

Cool steel, hot amber, and black velvet stroke over the swell of my perfectly outlined breasts in this clingy one-piece.

I swallow back a knot of anticipation. This is how it always is between us. I know what those quiet looks mean. They want to play, and I am all too willing to comply. Anything that keeps them from looking too deep and wanting answers.

I have something they want. They have something I need—the ability to make me lose myself under their touch and forget the world around us. Nothing I do will bring my mother back or make my stepfather fall off a cliff so here I am.

There are worse places.

“Men?” I whimper.

“There’s something you haven’t given to us yet. Something we’ve let you hold onto but it’s time, Laila.”

No, my mind screams. I can’t do this. Instinct drives me backward. I don’t get far. I can literally take five steps and be in the bedroom. That is it. My only escape is to give them exactly what they want.

“You’ve taken us for three months. Now it’s our turn to have what we want.”

The words left unspoken are loudest of all. I know what he wants. What they all want.

I take a step back and hold up my hands to try and reason with them, but my body—my treacherous body—pulses with desire.

It’s come to the point where I know I won’t say no. Waves of fear shoot through me, and I start to tremble.

Con is the first one to reach for me. I’m in his arms and I instantly calm.

“Shh,moy nevinny.You will do this for us. Taking all three of us is a pleasure beyond anything we have given you so far. Let us give you more. So much more.”

I hear myself say yes, but I don’t remember telling my mouth to move with the words.

“Good girl,” he coos in Russian.

“You will love it because it is your men doing it to you.Da?”

Yes. No. Fuck why do I have to be so messed up?

The white satin bag Con holds is dropped into my hands.

“Open it,” he orders in a tone much like whiskey poured over black marble—dark and stained.

Hard steel hooks my brown eyes and I can’t look away as I do his bidding.

A silver teardrop with a beautiful rose on the end falls into my open palm. An anal plug? An anal plug!

My heart doesn’t miss a beat. It races so fast the floor beneath me starts to spin. I turn the intricate piece of silver over in my hand. The sides of the silver rose are covered in a soft material that gives the flower a beautiful sheen but also makes it safe against tender skin.

It’s perfectly designed to slide into a woman and prepare her for her man. Or in my case, men. It’s a rose for the part of me at least two of them think is untouched. Con has a sixth sense about him and there’s no doubt in my mind he knows I’ve been hurtbefore. Which brings me to another thought. Would they throw me away if they knew the truth of how dirty I really am? I would.

Bastian’s hands settle on my hips, and I am slowly turned to face Dante.

He takes my trembling hands and settles them gently over his chest. I can feel his heart beat steadily beneath my touch and it calms my own. His lips come to tease over the shell of my ear.

“Remember the first time we shared you in New Orleans? The sensations Con gave you as I took your virginity? How desperate you were to feel all of us at once?”

“How could I ever forget?”

Rough fingers find the edge of my dress and it’s lifted, high and higher until I feel the coolness of the high altitude over my bare buttocks. In a dress like this, there’s no room for underwear and panty lines. Lucky for me it came with a built-in bra. That is so not the case for the bottom half of me.

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