Page 20 of Gilded Touches

Voss comes in on my other side.

Their forbidding warnings drip high octane fuel directly on the embers of my libido. I’ve known for a long while I loved a man who takes control. I just never experienced it until tonight. Now that I have, a part of me is sad to have ruined our time together.

The energy in me seems to attract all things bad. Maybe they are my price for picking a life of sin. I mean, my father died for his and here I am following in his footsteps.

I cut through my thoughts to answer, “Again, what diamonds?” The lie is getting easier to repeat.

Maybe they will take my virginity before they off me.

Do I really think they will kill me? I’ve never been good at judging others, clearly. I mean look at my current circumstances, but these men could have already ended me if they wanted. They rather play with their food.

Jasper removes his knee, turns me around and cups my pussy. He wraps his finger around the soft material of my thong and lifts until the fabric pulls tight against me, torturing the hell out of my throbbing clit. I gasp and buck in his tight hold. I squeeze my eyes shut and use the door to hold myself up.

“Some people want to go the hard way,” Jasper says as he strokes me, rolling my nub with his finger before he slides it back to my entrance. I’m so fucking wet for this man and his damn brothers and the evidence is all over Jasper’s fingers.

“I have to taste my moon again,” he confides close to my ear in a soft tone that belies the roughness of his touch.

I bite my lip to keep from grinning.

My moon.

I like how that sounds and isn’t that just ridiculous. He can’t keep me anymore than I can keep him. But still. My heart flutters and I trace his movements with my eyes as he takes his hand from between my legs and sucks his finger clean of my juices.

Voss turns my face in his direction. “I didn’t want to believe it at first. But it makes sense. Of course our life in Seattle began with a Moone and now it will set with a Moone.”

My brows furrow and the stupid lump of a heart in my chest wrenches. “You’re leaving?”

“As soon as we get our diamonds.”

My lungs deflate. I just found them and now they are not staying. I didn’t realize this small connection to my father meant something to me until just now.

Voss moves the edge of my thong. “Help me, brother. I want to taste her, too.”

Jasper, like a good brother, holds the material out of the way.

“Ooh,” I groan. I pound at the door when Voss drags his finger through my drenched slit, dipping into my virgin entrance before he finds my clit. Watching him, the man takes his wet finger and licks it clean, too.

“Tell me again how sweet our little thief tastes, brother?”

That’s Shayne.

“Fucking nectar. Virgin juices are always the best.”

The hand is back on my sex and my thong being shoved aside for a second time.

“Let’s see what our sweet little jungle flower thinks.” We’ve already done this. But I’m wetter and hotter than I was before. I’m breathing harshly and pressing on the door, but I can’t move. Of course I can’t move three boulders.

A finger is held up to my mouth. “Open for Voss, sweet thing. Open for him and taste how sweet you are.” When I don’t do as I am commanded, one of them grips my chin and slants their mouth over mine. My lips are forced open, and the invasion is by a man determined to take every single thing he wants from me.

A hand moves to my head, fists my hair and pulls.

“Mm,” I moan into his mouth and he’s right there eating my cries of pleasure.

Jasper, I realize. The gruff of his trimmed beard and the way his tongue strokes mine is unique. I don’t know how to explain it other than soul-touching. I try to end the kiss but the second I pull away, my head is angled in a way for the next to take what they want.

“Shayne,” I gasp as his angular face comes into view.

When my lips open, Voss slips his finger in replacing the feel of his brother’s name on my tongue with the tangy sweetness of my juices.

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