Page 18 of Gilded Whispers

My writer’s brain tries to keep up with all the visual input but I quickly give up and surrender myself to being in the moment.

Their deeply tanned skin is covered in ample amounts of tattoos in various swirls of ink in almost every shade of color known to man. Barbed wire, red roses, coiled snakes, blackened skulls and bloody daggers.

I take in every detail. Every scar and bullet wound.

Emilio has a raven with its wings fully spread from one shoulder to the next. The immense detail that went into every feather and the haunting look in the bird’s-eye draws me in. I step into his personal space, lifting a finger to trace over the dark ink.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur.

The tip of his finger under my chin is gentle as I have come to expect. I lift my eyes to his. “You’re the true beauty here.”

I step back.

Mixed in with those tattoos are scars. Lots of them. Bullet holes. I am a virgin, not inexperienced in life. My mother taught me early on that men with these amounts of scars didn’t have clean souls. She would know given the man she married. But can I really judge these men on my mother’s experiences? Would that be fair?

I know these men are dangerous but it’s not like I’m accepting a proposal here tonight.

Strong tatted up fingers grip thick, pre-cum dripping cocks.

“So far you’ve been nothing but respectful. But I’m not going to break. I want you to touch me, hold me, break me a little and make me love it.” I don’t mean to sound like a tease, but I have to admit that my core tightens at the animalistic growls coming out of the three of them.

I don’t know where the playful kitten routine is coming from, but I’m starting to like this new version of myself.

Amber eyes turn devilish. “Seeing you take my cock in between those pretty pink lips is going to be an early Christmas present for all of us.”

Emilio strokes his thumb over my bottom lip. Before I can stop myself, I turn a fraction and take it between my lips, sucking his thumb deep in my mouth. The rumble of appreciation that comes from him causes my walls to clench.

They stroke their hard cocks and I watch as pre-cum wets the swollen heads.

I back up. One step and then another when all three advance on me. My dress hits the floor, my shoes, too. I’m tossed into the middle of the bed and I’m consumed from mouth to toes. They fall over me. Skin on skin. I don’t do it consciously but when I feel one of them press against me, I take their cock in hand and stroke the hard flesh.

Adrian’s grown is primal. “Stella, my beautiful flower. Fuck, your touch is heaven and hell.”

“I need you. All three of you. I’m ready for you to ruin me. Dirty me, men. Dirty me and make good on that promise to make sure I only want you after you finish with me.”

I rid my heart of William’s curse over me. He doesn’t own my heart anymore. I’m not sure he ever did. I take back my control and put a new spin on the word dirty. He used it to tear me down. I’m going to rebuild myself from the inside out starting right now.

I raise my chin, my decision made. As if I could turn back now, anyway. I swallow trembling at what is about to come out of my mouth. But scared or not, I say it.

“Daddies, please.”

Six

Stella

Heat teases through my body. It’s like I’ve uttered two special words that push them over the edge.

Lips, hands and tongues caress and love every inch of my body.

And then time slows when Stefan helps me to my knees. Behind me, I feel his hands grip my hips. I angle my head around when his fingers slip under the heavy weight of my hair and he massages my scalp. Light blonde hair falls over my shoulders to play over my nipples.

Stefan’s strong arms wind around me, and my back is pulled into his front. His length presses into the crease of my ass and he slowly rocks. My whole body trembles, melts with anticipation, sending my heart into a fluttering race.

“Stefan.”

“Yes, cherry blossom?”

All their cute nicknames for me makes my heart swell with ideas of a forever I have no business entertaining.

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