Page 6 of Room Seven

He tilts my face with the edge of a finger and I don’t fight his gentle instructions. Claiming lips fall over mine and my tortured words fade. He tastes of bourbon and cigar smoke. Vanilla and spices.

The warm pad of his tongue strokes over my bottom lip, and I follow his silent command instantly. The second I part my lips, his tongue swipes inside, stroking, caressing. Taking.

Masterful, dark and filled with forbidden hunger.

There isn’t a part of my mouth he doesn’t devour. And me his. Our breaths mingle and all the while, the burning touch of his hand at my throat holds me captive.

Heat from Luther’s and Viper’s gazes caress over every dip and curve of my body and I feel compelled to go to them.

Mirsha must feel the pull they have on me, because he breaks the kiss and turns me into him. He retraces the path his tongue left behind on my bottom lip and I shudder in his arms. Vivid fantasies of this very moment coming true spill from a vault to tug at my heartstrings.

I arch into him, raise to the tips of my toes. Our eyes connect just before I trail my lips along his jawline. Between us, his shaft grows thicker.

“The others need me,” I whisper.

His entire body tenses. “Not yet,” he begs against my lips. “I’m a selfish motherfucker, Aster.” His hands move to grip my ass and I am hauled up his body in one fluid motion, the hem of my dress easily moving with me. The deep pitch of his voice lowers to a possessive husk. “Give me a little more time. You make me burn for you in ways that aren’t right, but God help me, I can’t stay away. I promised…but I can’t keep my word. Not this time.” The aching slow way he gently rocks his hips and strokes his pent-up cock against my throbbing clit has me clinging to him and crying out.

I hope to God I don’t hate the answer, but I have to ask, “Promised who?”

“Your father.”

My heart squeezes, but for once, I am not afraid of the outcome. Honestly, I should feel monumentality guilty for the pleasure dripping into my veins for wanting my father’s best friends. But I can’t find it in me to care.

“He knows,” I say and Mirsha only nods.

“He suspected there were feelings, and we didn’t hold back when he asked us point-blank.”

Oh shit. “So you left.”

“It was for the best.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask if they planned on staying away forever. But when I go to ask, Mirsha has other ideas that sound better than talking about my father.

“Enough. Give me your mouth again, Aster. I need to drink in the air from your lungs and taste you on my tongue.”

I have no doubt the guilt I fear will find me later and crush me under a suffocating weight. But not right now.

“Whatever you want, godfather. Just make the pain go away.”

Two

Aster

Strong fingers dig into the flesh of my ass and Mirsha does exactly what I want.

Heat explodes through me and my forehead rests on his. We breathe in each other and for a moment everything fades to just us in this morning. Mirsha holds me to him and with languid, agonizing movements he teases his shaft through my dripping wet folds. I lean back enough to lock eyes with him. Sparks of fire fly between us.

“Mirsha,” I groan against his lips.

He flashes me a devilish grin that has him looking wicked to the core. “You want to come for me, baby girl?”

“I want to come so hard I forget my name,” I admit breathlessly and ignore the harsh heat of embarrassment filling my cheeks.

His warm laugh washes over me. “Greedy girl.” Those callused fingers torture my tender flesh and I grind into him a little harder.

“Lose your pants. I want everything. All of you. I want you to take me. Right here, right now. Don’t hold back.” I reach between us but he stops me with a hand over mine and a dark look to his gaze.

“I know I’m making a mess all over your pants. I’ve wanted you like this since before it was legal to want you. We’re no good for you, but I can’t seem to break away from the spell you have on me. On all of us, honestly.”

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