Gilded Lies: A Second Chance Reverse Harem Mafia Romance, page 3
“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 digs 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 cannot 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 the book. 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 lifts my arm and places a kiss over my key before he steps back and 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. Everyone signs the book. The good angel on my shoulder is breaking out her pack of cigarettes while 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 ask, I won’t tell.
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 on 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.
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. Chains, roses, skulls, and daggers. Arms, shoulders, and a few sprinkled across the lower abdomen. They leave little skin untouched.
And of course, their golden key lies amongst the flourishes of tattoos. For them to be on this floor, they have to be key masters so under all that pretty ink lies their hidden access.
Mixed in with those tattoos are scars, too. Lots of them. Bullet holes. I am a virgin, not inexperienced in life. I know these men are dangerous but it’s not like I’m accepting a proposal here tonight.
Strong tatted-up fingers grip thick cocks dripping with pre-cum.
“Maybe you can show me a little of what I am getting tonight. Make it worth breaking the rules over.” I don’t mean to sound like a tease, but I have to admit. I like the animalistic growls coming out of the three of them.
I don’t know where the playful kitten routine is coming from.
“Seeing you take my cock in between those pretty pink lips is going to be an early Christmas present.”
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 massage the hard flesh.
Danika’s growl is primal.
Lips, hands, and tongues caress and love every inch of my body.
And then time slows when Danika helps me to my knees. Behind me I feel hands grip my hips. I angle my head around to see Rune loosen his braid. Dark hair falls over his muscular shoulders.
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.
“Rune.”
“Yes, petals?”
I don’t have a question. Not one that needs a verbal answer, anyway. I reach behind me and run my fingers through his long hair. Lengths of black silk fall over my shoulder to tease the taut tips of my nipples.
Oliver comes up to my side and steals me from his friends.
“Not fair, fucker,” they say but there isn’t an ounce of hatred in their tone.
Oliver brushes them off and presses his forehead against mine. “You can leave. We won’t do anything but help you back into your dress. But please don’t leave us. Spend a night between us and let whatever comes to be happen.”
“What makes you think I don’t want to be here?”
“The weariness in your eyes. The crease between your brows.”
The sincerity of his words rings in my ears.
“I’ve never done this. It feels wrong and right all at once.” I look at each of them, but it’s Oliver who takes my face in his hands and pulls me back to him like he needs to be the one to say these next words.
“You’ve made me feel something that scares the hell out of me, Magnolia.”
My heart doesn’t know what to do with what he says. “But you don’t know me.”
“I don’t care about your history.”
“None of us do.” Danika brushes my hair to the side and Rune places a kiss on my exposed shoulder.
“What are you saying?”
Each of them is touching me. Holding me. Kissing me anywhere they can reach.
“We’re saying tonight is going to leave us all scarred and damn if the three of us care as long as we get a few hours with someone as tender and innocent as you.”
That is Rune.
Danika takes my hand and guides it to Oliver’s impressive cock. Pre-cum drips from the end. He wraps his hand around mine and together we stroke him from base to tip. With each upward caress, more hot seed spills from the slit. I stroke my thumb through the liquid, tempted to taste him. But what would they think of me if I made such a daring move?
“There’s nothing to be shy about, Magnolia. It’s okay to want. But you look so beautiful when you are so unsure.” He takes his thumb, gathers a fat drop of his pre-cum and holds it out for me to lick clean. “You can have a taste, beautiful.”
With Danika looking on and Rune keeping me steady, I lean forward and open for their friend. Holding his gaze, I stick out my tongue and moan when I taste him.
“Close your mouth, baby, and lick it clean.”
I follow his lead and moan around his thumb. Tangy and salty.
Danika pulls my attention his way.
He has a scar through his left eyebrow. A fight? An accident? Does it matter? I trace the thin white line.
“Magnolia?” Danika is on his knees in front of me. His scent fills my lungs. There is no boundary between us. He lifts my chin and nibbles on the edge. I always hated the dip in the middle, but the way he lavishes my cleft chin with so much attention he makes me feel utterly perfect.
“Yes?” I whisper, when my senses take a moment to work.
“Look up.”
I follow his line of sight.
“Oh,” I say breathlessly. Scattered lights around the room throw us in stark relief to the white sheets beneath us. The sight of us intertwined together is beautiful. They are breathtakingly stunning. Together we paint a picture of carnal lust.
“You’re irresistible. Look how beautiful you are between your three lovers,” Rune whispers in my ear like he is sharing a secret just between us.
I can’t fathom the idea that they have not shared a lover before me, but each of them makes me feel treasured. All three are talking like our coming together is fate, but it is all part of their ruse. I am sure women all over the world have fallen for their games. And that is okay. This is a fantasy, right?
“Lay her back, Rune.”
Rune reclines and takes me down with him. Hot skin on skin. He spreads me over his torso face up and Oliver settles my feet wide, exposing me to Danika’s gaze.
Their eyes caress over the swell of my breasts, the dip, and rise of my hips, and womanly curves. This is as filthy as it is perverse, and I love it.
Rune reaches around me and gathers the weight of my breasts in both hands. He massages and squeezes their heavy weight with perfect pressure.
My head relaxes on his shoulder, but I want nothing more than to melt into the bliss of his claiming touch. But not yet. Not while his friends grip my thighs and hold me open.
I know what comes next and I have this burning need to watch it happen so I can commit this moment to my memory.
Danika lowers his dark head between my thighs. When he drags the pad of his wet tongue over my throbbing clit, I cry out so loud my entire world quakes.
“Has another man ever licked your sweet pussy before, petals?” Rune asks. “Be honest.”
I shake my head, embarrassed I might not be experienced enough to pleasure these men fully.
“Mm…then watch how much he enjoys the taste of you on his tongue. Watch your lover lick your juices and pleasure that beautiful pussy.” He points to the mirror above us and for a long moment I can’t look away.
Blond hair blends with black. All their richly-tan skin makes the milky cream of mine stand out.
And then there is Danika. His wide back is on full display. I was right about the tattoos. They wrap around his muscular back.
“Do you wanna come on his tongue, petals?”
Rune tips my chin around and angles his head to where he can look me in the eye when I say, “More than anything in the world.”
A masculine groan comes from between my legs. I dig my fingers into Danika’s thick hair. “Oh—yes—good,” I moan. There’s truly nothing between any of us and that makes me wetter. Hot liquid drips down the crack of my ass and I can feel it wetting me in places I’ve never had a man before.
I guess that makes me a double virgin. I shudder at the thought that comes to mind. Hoping...maybe. Would I be brave enough if it came to that? I hope so. Oliver spread my folds for his friend.
Am I wetting Rune? Is it a turn-on for him? I wish I wasn’t so naïve about what men like? I see it with the members, but I can only assume.
Rune breaks out into a string of curses. “Fuck, she’s already dripping all over my cock, Danika, and we haven’t even taken her yet. She’s gonna grip our cocks and ruin us entirely.”
Rune turns my head and takes my lips in an unhurried kiss. He’s greedy and likes to take what he wants when he wants it, I am quickly learning. They all do. “You’re our fucking goddess, petals.”
Ours?
For the night, is what he means.
I meet Oliver’s dark look, groaning at how close he is to me. He kneels at my side looking at me through hooded eyes. He’s stroking his hard cock in slow, languid strokes. All I have to do is turn my head and lean forward a little and I could have another taste.
“Do you want a taste?”
I nod, taking the edge of my lip between my teeth. My pulse pounds and I feel the throb throughout my entire body.
“Such a greedy girl,” Oliver lifts my head from his friend’s shoulder with one hand. The other is wrapped around his length. He puts the fat, swollen head to my mouth and coats my lips with his pre-cum.
“Open for me, lover.”
I follow Oliver’s guidance. He slips in, gliding his thick cock over my tongue. He pushes in until he taps the back of my throat. His head falls back and the groan of masculine pleasure that comes from his mouth causes goosebumps to flush across my heated skin.
I gasp as he pulls out and pushes back in. He does it again, but this time, I don’t let him go so easily.
He hisses fiercely and the hand he holds my head with tightens around my hair.
I swallow, shivering in ecstasy. Our eyes connect and the shock of electricity between us is powerful. “Just like that,” he encourages, his eyes blazing with the same need kindling inside my core.
Between my legs, his friend takes that moment to slip a finger into my virgin pussy while Rune devotes all his attention to my breasts. Seeking fingers tug and pinch at my nipples while he slowly grinds his shaft through the crack of my ass.
Danika pushes in another finger and I unconsciously rock my hips and moan around Oliver’s cock.
Oliver rumbles out words in a language my frazzled brain can’t recognize at the moment. His words drip with liquid fire and fall from his lips with heat and passion.
“Open wide. Take more of me, lover.” I do as he instructs and savor the taste of his pre-cum. I hollow my cheeks around his length and feel the pulse of his shaft as Danika eats his fill of my pussy.
My gaze rakes over the inked chains and the scars slashing across Oliver’s abdomen and torso. Others might see imperfection, but all I see is masculine beauty.
Strong fingers dig into the tender flesh of my thighs. Danika swirls, dips, and slides his expert knowledge of how to send a woman crashing into an orgasm.
Heat spreads and the fire consumes every live nerve ending from my core outward.
I arch into the pleasure. Oliver pulls out and joins his friend. Roughened fingers against my throbbing clit are too much. He flicks and strokes with just the right amount of pressure.
“Danika! Oh! Oliver, please!” I beg. “Oliver!” The warm sound of his unhurried chuckle infuriates me. I try to sit up and pull away from all the sensations bombarding my senses, but Rune’s hold on me turns unyielding.
“Shh, petals. Let them make you feel good,” he purrs into my ear in a low gravelly tone.
I shudder and pull in a deep, ragged breath as Danika’s tongue drags across my pussy and gets hotter, more insistent. I have no choice but to clutch at Oliver and Rune when Danika spreads my ass open and his tongue…
“Danika! Wait, what are you…”
“Is Danika licking your ass, petals?”
“Oh, God…”
Rune’s low laugh vibrates into my back and is a whole other sensation to add to my rapidly growing list. “Yes, yes, he is!” Oliver holds me open when I try to close my legs around Danika’s shoulders. “Does it feel good?” he asks, stroking two fingers over my clit.
Thick muscular arms wrap around me, and I’m anchored to Rune’s chest. “Answer Oliver. Tell him the truth. There’s nothing to be shy about.”
Danika’s tongue drags across my most intimate place. He presses against the tight ring, and I nearly lose my grip on my sanity. I can’t find it in me to care about contracts, rules, or my job. All I can think about is him taking me there.
I rock my hips and arch off Rune’s chest when Danika breaks the barrier of my ass and sinks in his thumb. “Yes!” I scream, ignoring the flames hitting my cheeks. It feels too good to be embarrassed right now. “I’ve done nothing like this before.” My chest heaves and falls with my jagged breathing.
“Do you want to come all over Danika’s face?”
I nod vigorously. “Yes, yes! I do!” I can’t catch my breath. The pain of needing to release and having it so far out of reach at the same time is driving me mad.
“Beg them, petals. Beg your lovers for the release you want. Make them believe it’s all for them.”
“Danika, please!” I buck against his face and reach for Oliver’s hand torturing my clit, but Rune expects my move and captures my wrist.
“Use your words,” he urges.
“Danika. I want to give you everything I have. Oliver, please. Make me come for your friend. It’s for both of you. All of me is only for you.”
“Isn’t she beautiful when she begs, brothers?”
Danika’s growl vibrates against my ass. He moves up and curls his tongue around my swollen nub. My body doesn’t wait to react. It’s ready even if my brain is stuck on the fact that when they take me it’s going to hurt no matter how prepared they make me.
Between my thighs, Danika’s fingers push in and out. Wet sounds hit my ears, and it oddly makes me eager to feel their cocks sliding through all my sticky wetness.
