Page 26 of Gilded Whispers

I hold Adrian’s fiery gaze.

“Hold on to your daddy, baby.” Emilio places his hands over mine where they rest on him.

My nails dig into Emilio’s shoulders as his arms come around me. Adrian takes over teasing my ass.

A shallow dip and then deeper.

Stefan isn’t as gentle or teasing. He uses all of his strength to drive into me.

Sharp heat flashes through me. “Ooh…,” I moan.

“Again, Stefan,” Adrian coaxes wickedly. “Show our beautiful flower who she belongs to.”

The finality in his words cut deep. Reality punches through the dreamy fantasy. Come morning I have to return to my mundane life as Stella Moone. Writer and ordinary book nerd.

But between the three of them I feel like a queen. Not someone who blends in with the paint. I don’t want to leave them, but they are obviously looking for someone to have a family with.

That won’t be with me. My heart hurts and I want to cry at what has been stripped from me. But I don’t want to ruin this moment either.

Shuddering and gasping, I cling to them. Hot bodies pin me to the bed.

They hold me to them—Stefan over the top of me. Emilio kissing my cheeks, the tip of my nose and Adrian stroking my back entrance and peppering my shoulder with gentle kisses.

It’s sweet and tender. Unlike anything I would ever imagine if I saw them walking down the street. And I eat up their attention and savor being the center of their world for just a few more moments.

I go to sit up, but Stefan is having too much fun running his hands up the length of my back as he moves inside me, hard despite already finding his release.

“Stay with us.”

That is Emilio.

“Don’t leave, Stella. Don’t break our hearts.” Adrian pulls out of Emiio’s arms and into his. He spreads me over the top of him. I look at the other men but they don’t look jealous. If anything, their expressions are filled with contentment.

“I can’t.” I try to push away and remove myself from his arms, but Adrian’s a tricky bastard and uses my momentum to flip me into the mattress face down. He slides his massive weight over the top of me. His cock is already hard and teasing my ass.

I clutch at the sheets. “Adrian,” I beg, and I swear to God as my witness, I don’t mean for it to come out as a plea for him to give me another orgasm, but I do. And he hears it.

“I know the look in your eyes. Someone has hurt you. We promise to erase that pain. But you have to let us in.” There’s a possessive tone to his words. A plea.

Large hands spread my ass wide open and Adrian slips into my channel, coating himself with all three of their releases. To either side of us, Emilio and Stefan recline with their hard cocks in hard, waiting.

Behind me, Adrian pulls out, leaving me gasping.

“Adrian. I…”

My words are cut off as his hands come around my hips. One of his brothers move to hold me open.

The second I feel the head of Adrian’s shaft at my back entrance, I rise and push back.

He breaches, causing me to groan into the duvet none of us bothered to remove.

Stefan reaches for my hand and he locks our fingers together. Emilio mirrors his move from the other side.

“Stay,” they plead.

I’m powerless to refuse.

Adrian pushes in slowly. Not fully, but enough to show me how much I would love it if he did. The bastard knows how to keep me on the edge with my senses nearly on overload.

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