Chapter 5

Five

Stella

T hirty-nine floors above Seattle's busy streets, I let three strangers take me to their room.

Doors silently swoosh open and we briskly make our way down a long corridor lit only by cool light running down the edges of the ceiling and floor. Emilio's strong embrace never falters as he holds me snuggly against his body.

If I push all the horrible crap that happened tonight from my brain, I can pretend I'm special to these three men for however long we have together tonight.

They make it easy with their gentle touches and sweet kisses.

Shadows play over their ridiculously handsome faces and my brain stutters on the play of light and dark. They might be dangerous men to some, but to me they've been nothing but kind. Part of my brain balks at the idea of giving my virginity to strangers, but how long do I wait and who has the rule book on who the "right one" is? I don't, and there is no one here to judge me.

Instead of being scared, the adrenaline jacking my system is from anticipation of what happens next. I take in my surroundings with one sweep and realize this is happening quickly.

There are no hanging lights, no other details about the long hallway that opens up at the end except for the massive bed and the expansive floor to ceiling window at the far end of the wide open space. Beyond the glass panes lies a darkened city.

Club Sin delivers on desires and they are exceptionally skilled at making sure every single one is met. No distractions unless requested.

Marble floor converts carpet. Muted browns and golds with off white here and there make up the color palette of room one hundred and five. The Autumn colors blend well with the glittering lights of the city in the distance.

"Beautiful room." Simplistic is my preferred style. Nothing that will distract me from my goals.

Their smiles are slow, sexy as fuck and have my insides quivering as the door softly closes behind us.

Emilio lowers me to the edge of the bed, and I drop my clutch to the soft duvet. He goes to move away, but I pull him toward me.

"Stay. Please." I don't know what has me not wanting to break contact, but I love the feel of his hands on me.

He brushes a few strands of hair aside, his smile slow and understanding. "What's wrong, little flower? I'm not going anywhere." His hand falls from my hip only to gather my fingers between his. He brings them to his lips. We lock gazes as he presses small, calming kisses over each knuckle.

"Nothing is wrong. I just…" My words falter.

"You have us for the evening. All for you." The one with the scar through his lips is back at my side. He's lost his tuxedo jacket and loosened his bowtie. It hangs around his neck in a relaxed fashion I've written about one hundred times before. Reading it and experiencing the view causes two wholly different reactions in my body.

The one I think is the leader of the trio comes to my other side. "Cherry blossoms," he murmurs so damn seductively the virgin walls of my pussy clench. "So damn sweet." His mouth falls over my colorful ink. I briefly notice he's ditched his jacket and bow tie, too.

A whimper catches on my lips and it takes everything I have not to beg for them to ravish me until I'm begging for mercy right fucking now. I fight not to release all the emotions burning through my body like a burning star falling from heaven.

Someone releases the clip holding my long hair in a fancy twist. The heavy length falls down my back.

"My God, you're angelic."

That was blue eyes. The other two release a sound that sends a wave of excitement through me.

Hands caress, squeeze and light a fire across every inch of skin their touches can find. Thin silk doesn't hide much and these men know exactly where to stroke and kiss.

"I like the heat of your bodies against mine. I've been cold for so long," I hear myself admit. I shouldn't reveal so much of my weakness to strangers. But the truth is, they make me safe enough to share my darkest fears and my dirtiest desires.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You break my heart."

The one with the brown eyes takes either side of my face in his hands. "Little flower, I want to eat you, dirty you and make you want nothing but the feel of us from here until the dirt claims you."

My brain screams the fact I don't even know his name, but my heart and body don't give a damn about the minor details.

His lips are on mine, and his hands drive into my loose hair. This time I don't think I hear a growl, I know I do and he sounds like a starving beast.

He's gentle at first and then he turns ravenous.

His tongue dips, curls against the roof of my mouth and then captures my tongue when I gasp with surprise. He sucks, nibbles and then repeats the toe-curling string of events all over again.

I fight the hold he has on me and finally open my eyes. Warm brown connects with wild green.

No names, no pressure, I remind myself when my lips move to ask his name.

"I—"

Someone lifts me from where I kneel on the bed, cutting me off abruptly.

I wrap my legs around them and let them pull me to them. Who? Who knows? Another moves in so fast and takes my mouth in a kiss so delicious I can't find it in me to lift my eyelids. There is no way I will break the spell that has fallen over us. A hand claims my chin, and another takes my mouth. This one is gentle. He takes his time to savor our moment and so do I. My fingers slide into his thick hair. Light stubble drags across the soft skin of my chin.

Delicious, I find myself thinking when I'm passed to another.

Hands roam. Mine and theirs. Warm lips curl around a hard nipple and I break my kiss to find Emilio 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," his friend with the dark brown eyes quietly commands with a husk of arousal.

I could. My body already pulsates with a building release. It wouldn't take much for me to find my release under their attention.

"Hold her close, Stefan."

I open my eyes to find I'm in the arms of the man with golden eyes the color of heated amber.

Stefan. I mentally repeat his name.

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 thong.

All three surround me. Our body heat mingles to the point I can't tell where we stop being one unit.

Mr. Brown Eyes takes my face in his hands again, something I am quickly learning he likes to do and draws my attention fully on him.

"Adrian. Let me hear you say my name and then we want to know yours. You know Emilio and Stefan. I don't want to spend another minute not knowing yours."

"Adrian."

I look to Amber Eyes next. "Stefan."

His slow smile melts me to him.

"And Emilio."

"Yes, beautiful flower." He moves in and I take his kiss with renewed hunger.

I don't know why or how, but their names sound familiar to me. I know for sure I've never met them, but I still have a sense of déjà vu.

None of that matters. I push that aside and mentally collect my heart off the floor at the meaning behind Adrian's softly spoken words. No one besides my sister has cared enough about me to want to know my name. I'm always the baby sister stuck in her room with her shelves of books. It's no exaggeration either. After our parents died, I buried myself in books and writing. She turned to a life of crime.

And then I got sick. Then there was William.

Ugh. I do not want to go there. I stomp on that memory and try to crush him and his ugly face into a pile of rubble in my mind. Neither have a place in my head tonight. And definitely not in my heart.

I place my hands over Adrian's, our warmth becoming one. His body is turned into mine though I'm in Stefan's powerful arms.

I can't explain it but I feel their names carve into the softness of my heart with every single letter of their names. I swear with every ounce of my being a connection forges between us. I will forever carry these men with me. I can only pray they remember me after tonight.

"Stella," I offer purposefully leaving off my maiden name. A lot of people recognize Moone and I don't want to talk about my father, his criminal record or anything else for that matter.

Adrian, the man with the rich black hair and captivating brown eyes 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.

"Stella suits you beautifully."

Stefan slowly lowers me to the floor. He takes so much care that he doesn't fully release his hold on me until I am sitting on the edge of the bed where I am safe.

All three take a step back to discard their 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 and the shadow play is just right.

My writer's brain tries to keep up with all the visual input but I quickly give up and surrender myself to being in the moment.

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. Barbed wire, red roses, coiled snakes, blackened skulls and bloody daggers.

I take in every detail. Every scar and bullet wound.

Emilio has a raven with its wings fully spread from one shoulder to the next. The immense detail that went into every feather and the haunting look in the bird's-eye draws me in. I step into his personal space, lifting a finger to trace over the dark ink.

"You're beautiful," I murmur.

The tip of his finger under my chin is gentle as I have come to expect. I lift my eyes to his. "You're the true beauty here."

I step back.

Mixed in with those tattoos are scars. Lots of them. Bullet holes. I am a virgin, not inexperienced in life. My mother taught me early on that men with these amounts of scars didn't have clean souls. She would know given the man she married. But can I really judge these men on my mother's experiences? Would that be fair?

I know these men are dangerous but it's not like I'm accepting a proposal here tonight.

Strong tatted up fingers grip thick, pre-cum dripping cocks.

"So far you've been nothing but respectful. But I'm not going to break. I want you to touch me, hold me, break me a little and make me love it." I don't mean to sound like a tease, but I have to admit that my core tightens at the animalistic growls coming out of the three of them.

I don't know where the playful kitten routine is coming from, but I'm starting to like this new version of myself.

Amber eyes turn devilish. "Seeing you take my cock in between those pretty pink lips is going to be an early Christmas present for all of us."

Emilio strokes his thumb over my bottom lip. Before I can stop myself, I turn a fraction and take it between my lips, sucking his thumb deep in my mouth. The rumble of appreciation that comes from him causes my walls to clench.

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 stroke the hard flesh.

Adrian's grown is primal. "Stella, my beautiful flower. Fuck, your touch is heaven and hell."

"I need you. All three of you. I'm ready for you to ruin me. Dirty me, men. Dirty me and make good on that promise to make sure I only want you after you finish with me."

I rid my heart of William's curse over me. He doesn't own my heart anymore. I'm not sure he ever did. I take back my control and put a new spin on the word dirty. He used it to tear me down. I'm going to rebuild myself from the inside out starting right now.

I raise my chin, my decision made. As if I could turn back now, anyway. I swallow trembling at what is about to come out of my mouth. But scared or not, I say it.

"Daddies, please."