Page 15 of Gilded Whispers

Blue eyes meet mine. A corner of his lip tilts up. “You’re safe with us,” he says softly. “Let us help mend your wounds, for a night at least. Trust us with this one small task and we will erase some of the hell that lives in those beautiful eyes.”

His mouth finds the soft slope of my shoulder. His tongue flicks out, grazing my skin.

I gasp. Electrical shocks run through my body. I don’t know their names. They are the wrong men. I belong to three others tonight. But…

Burning waves of arousal follow closely behind the burn of energy in my veins. I reach up and run my fingers through thick hair. My eyes dip closed for just a second.

“I don’t have a room. I was on my way out.”

“Emilio,” the one in the middle murmurs against the skin of my neck. My fingers slip into the softness of his hair and I shamelessly hold him to me, unwilling to lose the feel of his lips on my skin.

The one with blue eyes steps back and pulls out a phone. It looks like he’s texting someone. He looks at me and then to his friend. “The change is made. I secured a top floor room with a view. This elevator gives direct access.”

His cool eyes land on me. “It’s secure, private and it will only be us, beautiful. Trust us this one night and we will make it worth your while. Please.”

Emilio pockets his phone. I have zero resistance in me when he gently takes me from his friends and lifts me into his arms. My dress easily shimmies up my thighs with the help of his hands under the material. Strong fingers grip the globes of my ass cheeks and I get an animalistic growl of appreciation as I wrap my legs around his thick waist.

“Bare?”

He’s talking about my supposed lack of panties. “Thong,” I answer heavily.

The thick length of his arousal presses against the wet material of my panties. I would be embarrassed by how wet I am if I wasn’t so damn turned on and in need of every dark promise the three silently offer.

“I should say no. The three of you are old enough to be my daddies.” The words are out of my mouth before I can school my tongue. I don’t usually just say what is on my mind, but these three have lowered my natural defenses.

The energy shifts. The walls feel like they are closing in. The heat cranks up and the way all three consider me says they like the idea of being my daddies.

Opps. I've written enough romance to know a kink when I see it. What I don’t expect is how much I think I like it now that the tables have turned and I’m the one living the moment instead of one of my heroines.

I take a shaky breath and open my mouth, but nothing comes out. They are older than me and wear the years with elegance. No less than twenty years separate us and before right this very second I thought age gaps wasn’t something I liked.

Now I want to know everything they can do to my body right this second.

Heat flows through my body, stopping at each point of pleasure before moving on. I draw in a shallow breath and let it out slowly.

I look between all three of my one-night stands and know for the next few hours I’ll be safe in their arms and in their bed. After tonight’s events, I can afford this one guilty pleasure, right?

I mold myself against Emilio’s front, feeling every inch of his hard body with mine. I drop my clutch where Emilio and I connect before reaching for the other two.

Our palms glide together, rough in some places and soft in others. Energy exchanges.

The air in the elevator pulsates with a different kind of heat. One I’m dying to experience. God help me, but I’m beyond tired of feeling lost and alone and if I could only have one night of feeling special in the arms of these men, the cold in my heart may never return.

Filthy pussy no one will want to fuck.

I shove William’s voice from my head.

I take a shaky breath and open my mouth. “I’m yours for the evening. Be gentle with my heart, but leave my body knowing you three claimed it by the time the sun rises in the morning.” Shocks of uncertainty run through me, but I’m not backing down.

The hunger in my strangers’ eyes leaves me breathless.

Five

Stella

Thirty-nine floors above Seattle’s busy streets, I let three strangers take me to their room.

Elevator doors silently swoosh open and we briskly make our way down a long corridor lit only by cool light running down the edges of the ceiling and floor. Emilio’s strong embrace never falters as he holds me snuggly against his body.

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