Page 18 of Gilded Secrets

“Yourfilthy little birdie for the night.”

“Da.” His fingers move over every rib until he’s leaning over me, cupping a breast in his large hand. His finger tweaks and twists my nipple until I’m grinding my ass into his hard cock wedged between my ass cheeks. I’ve never felt so willing. Until them.

Dante moves to the side and the other two spread out on the bed. All three help me settle between Con and Bastian with a leg over his hip. I’m on my side with one in front and the other behind me. Like this, they have me spread wide open for anything they want.

Bastian enters my freshly-fucked hole first while Con guides his cock to my ass. Without entering he teases the head against my back entrance while his friend fucks me hard and deep. Gasping for air, he drives into me relentlessly seeking an orgasm.

“Brother!” He roars and Con is right there reaching for my clit.

I thrash against them, unable to withstand yet another orgasm. I slap at his hand, but Con is a man on a mission.

His cock presses between my cheeks and feels impossibly large.

Bastian thrusts one final time. Hot ropes of cum spill into me. Before he fully finishes, his brother is right there taking Bastian’s place. He slides through all the spilled cum coating my walls and thighs.

“Greedy little pussy,” Con murmurs into my ear as he fucks me. Thick, long, and hard. Honestly, they are all so big. I don’t know how I’ll be walking out of here when the sun comes up.

His brother’s milk eases the way through my swollen folds, sure, but the pain and pleasure tearing at my insides will keep me in this bed long after they finish ruining me.

Con rolls my clit under his strong fingers. He doesn’t let up no matter how hard I struggle to remove his hand.

“Please, I can’t…fuck, Con! I can’t.” My heart hammers wildly and I think I’m going to pass out from the intensity of coming so many times and them all still demanding more.

“You will,” he rumbles so deeply and for a second I believe him.

He thrusts in and drags himself out only to slam home again.

I hang onto Bastian and his strong hold grounds me to this moment when my mind wants to fall into the past. The fucking nightmares are never far away. But right this second, it’s so easy to dismiss them with a mental flick of my fingers.

Bastian’s fierce eyes lock on mine and he holds them until I’m screaming.

It’s dirty and wrong to so many, but to me tonight is just what I needed. My blood burns hotter than a wildfire.

“Come all over his cock. Let him feel the grip of that tight pussy milk him, Laila.”

I’ve noticed throughout the night how Bastian’s accent seems stronger as he whispers in my ear. His words are only for me, and I hold them close and let my mind absorb them.

“Come now,malyshka,” he orders in a low growl and it’s like a million tiny bombs going off inside me. No. It’s fire. Hell’s fire and it’s instant. One minute I am cresting the volcano and the next I’m falling into the molten lava.

Fingers tighten in my hair, and I scream as I erupt. Heat sizzles through my core as the final mafia man claims my pussy.

Con sinks in and stills. The feel of his cum shooting into me is beyond therapeutic. It’s branding. Marking me and in a way tonight I’ve lost a piece of me to these three men.

I lay between them, not moving just listening to them breathe, feeling safe. A handful of hours later I begrudgingly slip from their welcomed warmth.

The sun barely crests the horizon. All three are on their stomachs with their arms in various positions. Con shifts and the other two move to accommodate him. Knowingly or not, I can’t tell.

The sheet is completely off Con, so I get a full view of his tight ass. Dante and Bastian are covered but only from the waist down. Too bad. But it’s still a spectacular view.

I was too consumed with other parts of their body to notice before now but positioned like this in the early morning light I see the large tattoos covering each of their backs. A skull with black eyes and clenched teeth drapes over the expansive skin canvases.

If I dared wake them, I’d ask the meaning. I’ll just have to carry that curiosity with me.

I quietly retrieve my phone from the front table and take a snapshot of my beautiful villains. The ink spanning their backsis permanently etched into my brain. When some nights become too dark for me to survive alone, I can pull this up and let it lead me to the light.

I find my clothes and quietly dress in the living room. I spot one of the men’s phones on the side table next to a single sheet of paper. I pick them up and notice the Society’s name across the top and the men’s names, contact information and a copy of the page I signed last night in the book with the other guests' names blurred out. For privacy concerns, naturally.

Last night’s hostess must have sensed I needed this and left it for me. Unless this is a common practice here? My gut says this was a personal favor for me.

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