My tongue darts out, connecting with the cold floor before the tip meets with the creamy texture. I pull it into my mouth. Scooping it up with my tongue, my eyes connect with his. I watch his eyes go wide and the tendons in his neck pop. I’m not sure if he’s angry or excited—maybe both. He’s on the verge of losing control, and that’s all I need to make licking cum off the floor one of the most erotic things I’ve ever done.
My scalp stings as Axel pulls me up by my hair, capturing my mouth with his. His lips taste like peppermint and berries, sweet and intense. He pulls back, his lips barely touching mine, and whispers low so only I can hear him. “Such a good girl, Sis. Such a good, sexy girl.”
Hands move through my hair as it’s pulled back and swept to one shoulder while lips trail soft kisses along my collarbone. “You’re so perfect, Rabbit.” My body shivers at Ronan’s rich, hypnotic voice. His fingers flutter like summer rain down my bare arms, causing the tiny hairs to stand at attention. “Go clean up, Rabbit. Soak in the tub and relax until dinner.”
My ears perk up at the idea of Ronan cooking dinner. Seeing Ronan in the kitchen is like watching Michelangelo paint the Sistine Chapel— pure magic. “Whatcha making?”
“Nothing too fancy tonight. Boeuf Bourguignon and Palmiers and chocolate for dessert.”
I feel like a child in a candy shop. “You made Palmiers? Those are my favorite.”
The corners of his eyes crinkle before his lips turn up into a seductive smirk. “I know.”
I turn in his arms, my eyes narrowing suspiciously. “How did you know that?”
Ronan pulls me to him, his warm breath tickling the shell of my ear as he whispers, “A magician doesn’t give away his secrets.” I yelp as he slaps my ass. “Now go get cleaned up.”
* * *
Clothes are laidout for me when I get out of the shower. I expect to see something decadent and sexy, but a sports bra and yoga pants are at the foot of the bed. Relief washes over me when I take in the garments. That’s one thing I love about my guys. They let me be me. You’d think they would force me to wear pretty gowns and high-heeled shoes, and they do, but when we’re at home, I’m in the lap of comfort. This luxury of being my authentic self and still being wanted is sexy. It’s easy to exude sex appeal when you’re done up to the nines. Perfect shoes, expensive dress, pristine makeup, and knock-out hair. But when I look like I’m having a movie night with my best friend and these guys still want to paw me like animals, I know I’m the most beautiful girl in the world.
Holding up the sports bra, I laugh. Six months ago, I’d never wear something like this unless it was under a loose sweater, but now I have no problem showing off my stomach. I know to some, the idea of doing it for men is scandalous, but I’m not doing it for them. They help me to realize I’m beautiful just the way I am.
Society constantly bombards us with images of how a woman should present, act, and dress. We see supermodels who starve themselves presented as role models for young girls. It’s not unusual for girls and women to get trapped in a cycle of madness about looking ideal.
It makes sense for me, who doesn’t fit a perfectly cultivated image of a lie, to feel a sense of dread about exposing my body. But everything the world tells me to be ashamed of, my three men show me I should be proud of. So no, I didn’t needaman to make me beautiful. I neededthreemen to show me the world had fed me poisonous lies my entire life.
ChapterFour
Kian
Some men love tits.Some men love asses. I love Stella’s stomach. So does my hard dick as I watch her walking down the stairs. My hands ball into fists as I desperately hold onto my thin control for her. If I had my way, she’d be walking around naked, preferably bent over with my dick in her tight cunt, while my knife or belt leaves pretty marks all along her creamy flesh.
My mouth waters, taking in her rolls, contemplating how pretty they would look with a technicolor of bruises, some new purple ones over the fading yellowish, green ones. The girl makes me crazy in every single way. Somehow, she’s eclipsed my world and turned it on its damn axis.
I stalk toward her and raise my arm, offering her my hand. “Come here, Sweet Girl.”
She smiles at me, placing her delicate hand in mine, and I swear she just handed me the universe. One fucking smile from her and my heart is beating so damn fast it might explode out of my chest. She’s a drug that hits your bloodstream in one full blast, consuming you in every way so you can’t imagine ever going without. You’d rather die.
Her hand trembles as she goes to push her hair behind her ear, then quickly remembers it’s caught up in a ponytail. It’s sweet that she still gets a little nervous around us. She gazes at the spread on the kitchen island, the food surrounding velvet boxes holding clear, sparkling diamonds. “What’s all this?”
I grip her hand firmly and walk her over to the spread, maybe even dragging her a little. “We need to talk.”
She halts, stopping our movement. “Talk?” Her voice cracks as she says the word as if worried something terrible is about to happen. “Talk about what? What’s going on?”
I turn to her, touching her soft cheek, the pad of my thumb rubbing her full bottom lip. “Relax, Sweet Girl. The sky isn’t falling.”
“I don’t like being told we need to talk. That’s never a sign of something good.”
“This time, it’s not bad news, Sweet Girl.”
A heavy sigh escapes her lips as her feet move with trepidation toward the island. I hoist her up by her waist and place her on the chair.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get over how easily you all lift me.”
I chuckle and place a chaste kiss under her ear. “Real men, baby. That’s what happens when you’re with one.”
Stella fidgets with her fingers, twirling them mindlessly while her eyes move between the three of us. “So, what’s up?”