Page 3 of Room Seven

A huge, lifelike statue towers above me. Smooth, sensuous lines reveal an aroused man bearing the weight of a voluptuous woman. His lips are perpetually a mere breath away from claiming a tight nipple. His partner holds their shared lover steady from behind, his hard, polished shaft set to take her most forbidden of entrances. There’s not one detail missing from the piece of art illuminated by the full moon.

Now more than ever, I want to become part of the erotic magic this garden holds and tonight, please let it cure this insatiable ache inside me.

Warmth spills between my legs and I clench them tightly to fight back the wave of lust. As if by some unseen force, I am propelled forward. One step turns into ten and I don’t stop until I see them.

I come to the end of the brick walkway and kick off my stilettos. Moonlight seeps through the branches of a lazy willow weighed down with decades-old moss. Beneath it are the shadows of the men I love. Viper leans his substantial size against the massive trunk. I can tell it’s him by his perpetual relaxed position and the curtain of black hair draped over his shoulders. Luther rests his large frame on an exposed root, his elbows pinned to his knees, a cigar between his fingers. Smoke curls into the night air and drifts along the breeze to drape over me like a warm embrace.

Raw heat tingles from the bottom of my feet all the way to the roots of my hair.

“I can do this,” I tell myself and move toward them. Slow at first, but it’s hard to stay calm when they are so nearby.

Cool, wet grass cushions my weight and masks my presence. Hints of music and cries of pleasure mix with the sounds of a Louisiana night.

I’m just about to step out of the shadows and into the moonlight to reveal myself when strong fingers, followed by a warm palm, glide over my bare shoulder.

“There you are, baby girl.”

I freeze, air locking in my lungs.

And then I get a mind-warping hit of cologne.Oh, God.

It serves as a direct current to my libido and it takes all I have inside me not to strip off my dress and demand to be fucked.

Forbidden as it may be, it’s what I want. I want all three to take control and claim me. Maybe that is how I purge them from my soul.

But I am not that brave yet. I stay motionless and melt into my godfather’s possessive touch as it glides from my shoulder and over the hard peaks of my breasts.

“Aster.” My name sounds torn from his lips. Like it pains him to say it.

I shudder in his arms as his hand smooths over my quivering abdomen to settle over a hip, effectively locking me to him like he’s desperate to feel all of me as I am him.

“What are you doing here?”

I want to just blurt out the truth.I’ve come to beg you to take me to bed and make this insatiable hunger to have you claim me go away.But the words are lumps of self-doubt choking me.

So I say the few words I can muster. “Looking for you.” At least it is the truth.

His lips surround the soft lobe of my ear before he nips the tender flesh. The sudden spike of pain mixed with pleasure has me gasping. The way my curves meld into the hard plains of my captor’s body leaves me breathless.

I reach behind me and sink my fingers into soft hair and our lips move closer. “Mirsha,” I breathe heavily in a rush of soft syllables and angle my face up to his. Using both hands, I wrestle my nerves into submission and shove them into the corner. I’m not here to hide what I want. And I guess neither is he from how his thick cock teases the seam of my ass and his lips brush against mine.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs roughly, so close I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin.

My heart pounds wildly. “You scared me,” I admit softly, unable to take my eyes off him.

His chest expands with a deep breath, like he’s filling his lungs with my scent.

“Good,” my godfather rumbles and the vibrations penetrate me to the core. “There’s a lot you should fear in the darkness. Does your father know where you are?” he growls low next to my ear.

There are millions of ways to answer that question bombard me, but I settle on the deepest of my personal truths. I lift a shoulder with a slight shrug. “It doesn’t matter now that I am here.”

His expression hardens in the moonlight and looks about as cold as the statue I ran into earlier.

A brooding frown settles on his lips. “Ah, baby girl, what have you done? Your father will be murderous,” he husks in a strangled tone. Like he’s fighting an inner war and the wrong side is winning at the moment.

His warmth seeps into me.

“I’ll deal with him later. I have to know why you left, and he’s not talking.”

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