Page 29 of Gilded Secrets

Harlon stops our progression toward the elevators, and I want to stamp my foot like a petulant child.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

My knees start to buckle. Dante wraps an arm around my middle and takes some of my weight, but he’s not doing it out of chivalry. The hard muscle of his thigh presses into my ass and I am so damn close to climaxing right where I stand. I shimmy my hips…yes, fuck, yes. Just a little more.

He pulls away, killing my rhythm. Tucked in behind Bastian and Con there’s no one to stop him from cupping my breasts and pinching my nipple. I shudder in his hold. This is insane. Doesn’t he understand the ache they’ve caused? I wrap my fingers around his wrist and beg for him to pinch my nipples just one more time. That’s all I’ll need.

His lips are against my ear when he speaks. “Do you know how gorgeous you look so flushed and horny?”

I turn my head so only he can hear me. “I probably look like an addict thanks to you three.”

He gives me his usual dark chuckle. “Guilty. But don’t you dare come. Not until we make you and that’s going to be later. Much later.”

My heart hits the marble floor and just lays there stunned.

“A while? Like not the second we are in a car?”

His low, gravelly grunt is the right tone to have my clit throbbing with an impending orgasm on top of the one already attacking my insides.

To try and take back a little control, I tune back in on what Harlon is saying, but just barely. His words enter the fog clouding my brain and just kind of disperse from there.

“We’ve had a lot of unrest among our people with my taking over for my father. We don’t want our enemies knowing we have gained another ally.”

Dante eases the hem of my dress up just enough to run the tips of his finger over the rose’s petals and I swear to God I nearly scream.

Holy Shit. Don’t come. Don’t come.I clench my ass and cross my legs as the men all shake hands.

“Our lips are sealed.”

“Thank you. There’s a driver downstairs waiting to take you anywhere you wish. Enjoy your stay in Chicago.”

Eleven

Laila

“Where to, sir?”

We are in the back of another limo, this one just as spacious and elegant as the last. Large seats, smooth leather, and lots of legroom. Harlon’s driver is about to pull away from Club Genesis when Con instructs him to take us to a hotel for the night.

“The Four Seasons, please.”

They no doubt have a big evening planned where they’ll ravish me in between meetings and then back to Seattle we go in the next day or so.

I chew at the inside of my lip and rub my ass on the seat. It’s delicious and if they catch me, I know I’m in trouble.

My phone vibrates again, and I check the screen. A pang of fear races through me, but I quickly dash it away. The men got me this phone and no one outside of them has it. I kill the screen and slip it into my bag.

Wait. Four Seasons? Yeah. That’s not going to work for me. “No,” I quickly correct Con with a confident smile and a hand over his knee. “We’ll be spending the evening at The Gilded Key Society, please,” I call over his shoulder to the driver. “I believe you know the way. It’s only a few miles from here, right?” It’s a miracle I can keep my voice level.

Step one, complete. Con’s comment about control being an illusion is more right than he knows. I just took theirs and none of them are happy about it.

A pair of kind eyes find me through the rearview mirror where I sit between Bastian and Dante. Con is opposite me, lasering golden eyes my way. If looks alone could peel clothes off a person I would be naked and over his lap getting the spanking of a lifetime right about now. He doesn’t like his word challenged.

Oops. Oh well. This is happening my way and I want to play a little before I have to tell them everything. And I mean everything. Gurgling acid bubbles in the pit of my stomach but I’ve come too far to throw on the brakes now.

“Ma’am. As you wish.” I want to hug the man for not waiting to see what the men would say about my change of plans. I’m sure the hard glare I nailed him with helped make my message clear.

I do wish. “Thank you.”

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