Page 16 of Gilded Whispers

If I push all the horrible crap that happened tonight from my brain, I can pretend I’m special to these three men for however long we have together tonight.

They make it easy with their gentle touches and sweet kisses.

Shadows play over their ridiculously handsome faces and my brain stutters on the play of light and dark. They might be dangerous men to some, but to me they’ve been nothing but kind. Part of my brain balks at the idea of giving my virginity to strangers, but how long do I wait and who has the rule book on who the “right one” is? I don’t, and there is no one here to judge me.

Instead of being scared, the adrenaline jacking my system is from anticipation of what happens next. I take in my surroundings with one sweep and realize this is happening quickly.

There are no hanging lights, no other details about the long hallway that opens up at the end except for the massive bed and the expansive floor to ceiling window at the far end of the wide open space. Beyond the glass panes lies a darkened city.

The Gilded Key Society delivers on desires and they are exceptionally skilled at making sure every single one is met. No distractions unless requested.

Marble floor converts to plush cream-colored carpet. Muted browns and golds with off white here and there make up the color palette of the luxury room. The Autumn colors blend well with the glittering lights of the city in the distance.

“Beautiful room.” Simplistic is my preferred style. Nothing that will distract me from my goals.

Their smiles are slow, sexy as fuck and have my insides quivering as the elevator door softly close at the far end of the hallway behind us.

Emilio lowers me to the edge of the bed, and I drop my clutch to the soft duvet. He goes to move away, but I pull him toward me.

“Stay. Please.” I don’t know what has me not wanting to break contact, but I love the feel of his hands on me.

He brushes a few strands of hair aside, his smile slow and understanding. “What’s wrong, little flower? I’m not going anywhere.” His hand falls from my hip only to gather my fingers between his. He brings them to his lips. We lock gazes as he presses small, calming kisses over each knuckle.

“Nothing is wrong. I just…” My words falter.

“You have us for the evening. All for you.” The one with the scar through his lips is back at my side. He’s lost his tuxedo jacket and loosened his bowtie. It hangs around his neck in a relaxed fashion I’ve written about hundreds of times before. Reading it and experiencing the view causes two wholly different reactions in my body.

The one I think is the leader of the trio comes to my other side. “Cherry blossoms,” he murmurs so damn seductively the virgin walls of my pussy clench. “So damn sweet.” His warm lips falls over my colorful ink. I briefly notice he’s ditched his jacket and bow tie, too.

A whimper catches in my throat and it takes everything I have not to beg for them to ravish me until I’m begging for mercy right fucking now. I fight not to release all the emotions sizzling through my body like a burning star falling from heaven.

Someone releases the clip holding my long hair in a fancy twist. The heavy length falls down my back.

“My God, you’re angelic.”

That was blue eyes. The other two release a sound that sends a wave of excitement through me.

Hands caress, squeeze and light a fire across every inch of skin their touches can find. Thin silk doesn’t hide much and these men know exactly where to stroke and kiss. I move atop the bed and push to my knees and they move in close until their scents mingle and their body heat caresses mine.

“I like the heat of your bodies against mine. I’ve been cold for so long,” I hear myself admit. I shouldn’t reveal so much of my weakness to strangers. But the truth is, they make me feel safe enough to share my darkest fears and my dirtiest desires.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You break my heart.”

The one with the brown eyes takes either side of my face in his large hands. “Little flower, I want to eat you, dirty you and make you want nothing but the feel of us from here until the dirt claims us all.”

My brain screams the fact I don’t even know his name, but my heart and body don’t give a damn about the minor details.

His lips are on mine, and his hands drive into my loose hair. This time I don’tthinkI hear a growl, IknowI do and he sounds like a starving beast.

He’s gentle at first and then he turns ravenous.

His tongue dips, curls against the roof of my mouth and then captures my tongue when I gasp with surprise. He sucks, nibbles and then repeats the toe-curling string of events all over again.

I fight the hold he has on me and finally open my eyes. Warm brown connects with wild green.

No names, no pressure,I remind myself when my lips move to ask his name.

“I—”

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