Page 7 of Room Six

Lips curl around my nipples and I break my kiss with his friend to find the one in the white mask sucking me through the thin silk of my dress. Pleasure sends my eyes rolling. My entire world is not tilting anymore. It is flat out rolling downhill at a life-altering speed.

“Come,” the quiet one commands with a husk of arousal.

I’m in his arms. Strong hands grip my ass through my dress. One by one, each of his fingers dig into the plump flesh of my ass. It’s short enough to not rip when I wrap my legs around his middle. But the material rides up far enough to expose what I have on underneath.

The thick length of his arousal presses against the wet material of my panties. I would be embarrassed by how wet I am if I wasn’t so damn horny and in need of every dark promise the three have.

He starts walking. I am about to ask where too, when the one to my left leans in and scrapes his teeth across my neck, causing my scream to finally break free. Chuckling, he retraces the path with his wicked tongue and I shudder, gasping and so desperately ready for the promise of more I see in the depths of his eyes.

“Bring her.”

The one holding me hasn’t stopped kissing me. Frankly, I don’t want him to. Using the pads of my fingers, I trace the edges of his mask. Knowing I can not peel it off and see the man underneath, I reserve myself to feel every other part of him. Silk hair, hard muscles and a cock that is going to take my virginity.

I know I should balk and save it for the ‘right one’. But screw that. I grew up either fearing my sexuality or being told it was owned by someone else. Namely, my former guardian.

But the pastor’s wife was wrong and my guardian will never lay another hand on me.

We stop moving, and I am slowly lowered to the floor. I take in my surroundings with one sweep and realize this is happening quickly. The rule-follower part of my brain tries to slam on the brakes. But the devil inside me is throwing more coal onto the fire.

Shit. Why do I have to be so damn black and white all the time? “I didn’t sign a contract. I can’t be in here.”

Sometimes I hate myself and my goodie-two-shoes ways.

“You can be anywhere you want to be.”

The one with the white mask sheds his tuxedo jacket. Behind him the one with the braid closes the door and locks it.

Instead of being scared, the adrenaline jacking my system is from anticipation of what happens next.

“Don’t worry about the rules. Tonight is not about them. It’s about pleasure, right? No one here needs to know what happens behind our closed door.”

Err…that is not how this club operates. The good angel on my shoulder is breaking out her pack of cigarettes white the devil on the other is cackling in glee.

“I’m Danika.”

Well, damn. There goes another rule. The floor under me shakes and I’m thrown off balance as my reality shifts. They don’t need to know that I work here. I can keep a secret. If they don’t tell, neither will I.

Damn straight you won’t.My inner voice is usually full of reason and accountability, but tonight she’s throwing up all kinds of bad ideas. Ideas like, what no one knows can’t hurt them.

Sure. Let’s roll with that.

“Oliver.”

“Rune.”

They each introduce themselves and I can’t explain it but I feel their names carve into my psyche with every uttered syllable coming from their lips. I swear with every ounce of my being a connection is forged. I will forever carry these men with me.

Mentally collecting my heart from the floor, I find my voice too.

“Magnolia,” I offer and all three cock their heads to the side as if waiting for the truth.

“It’s not a pseudonym. I was born with it. Promise.”

Oliver, the man with the light brown hair who rather show me his desire than speak, takes my hand in his and turns it over. He places a fervent kiss to the center of my palm and from there on out the entire evening is a blur of pleasure and pain just like Danika promised.

“It suits you beautifully.”

All three discard their bow ties, shirts and I do nothing but marvel at the sight of them standing fully naked in front of me a moment later. Muscles bulge and ripple. Soft light cascades over us from an elegant crystal chandelier and the shadow play is just right.

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