Page 59 of Devil's Riches

Nate leaned closer to me and murmured against the shell of my ear. “It’s your decision.”

“What if I pick a guy?” I whispered back. I knew some men out there weren’t happy with the idea of devil’s threesomes and only wanted two women at the same time.

Nate didn’t even blink. “Like I said, it’s your decision.”

I nodded slowly and looked at the women first. The one on the very left was petite with red hair and luminous green eyes. The one next to her was tall and curvaceous with long blonde hair, and the last was slim with smooth brown skin, corkscrew curls, and catlike hazel eyes. They were all beautiful.

I turned my attention to the men next. They were tall, muscular, and very handsome. The first one had light brown hair and brown eyes, the second had black hair and green eyes, and the last... well, the last was practically Nate. He looked so similar with his thick dark hair, intense blue eyes, and square jaw that I almost did a double take.

Having him in my bed would be like having two Nates.

“Him,” I murmured, turning back to Nate.

He didn’t question my decision. He simply nodded and informed Victoria.

“Wonderful,” she said, clasping her hands together. “This gorgeous man is Brad. Brad, are you happy with this?”

Brad grinned as his eyes raked over me. “Definitely.”

The undercurrent of desire in his voice coiled every muscle in my body, and I felt all the hairs on my arms stand up. This was it. There was no going back now.

“Let’s go, then.” Victoria dismissed the other dancers and led Nate, Brad, and me into another hallway in the staff section of the Mayfair.

At the end, pink marble stairs with an intricate black iron railing led to the upper levels. We headed to the second floor and stopped halfway down the hall.

“Here we go,” Victoria said, opening a door on the right with a flourish.

The room beyond was spacious with a baroque lounge, king-sized bed with black satin sheets, low lighting, and crimson velvet curtains. The walls were covered with mirrors, aside from one which had a large flatscreen TV, and a thick black shag rug covered a large portion of the hardwood floor.

On one side, there was a table with bottles of champagne and liquor next to a silver tray laden with crystal flutes and tumblers. Behind that was a landline phone and an Alexa device, presumably for music.

“The door over there goes to the bathroom,” Victoria said, pointing to the other side of the room. “There are fresh towels and robes, so you can use that to clean up afterwards. You can also use the phone to order room service. Anything you want, on the house.”

As she spoke, my desire evaporated, and the warm tingles between my thighs dried up. This didn’t feel sexy or exciting anymore. It just felt awkward and clinical, like we were three amateur porn actors about to do our first film shoot.

Victoria seemed to sense my reluctance. She lay a hand on my shoulder and smiled. “You can take your time,” she said. “It doesn’t have to happen right away. You can all hang out and have a few drinks first. Get to know each other. Maybe watch a movie.”

“What about the tape?” Nate asked.

“Ah, yes. The tape.” Victoria smiled and nodded toward one of the walls. “There’s a hidden camera there. It’s always recording, so you don’t have to worry about turning it on or off.”

“Will you…” I trailed off uncertainly, but she seemed to know what I was getting at.

“No one will be watching you. Only the camera. Afterwards, the recording of the evening will be loaded onto our storage server, and no one will ever access it unless they are given a reason to do so.”

The underlying message there was hardly subtle. Cross us and regret it.

“We also insist on protection, just in case,” Victoria went on, nodding toward a small bowl on the table. It was filled with condoms. “Anyway, do you have any other questions?”

“No,” I said in a small voice. Nate and Brad shook their handsome heads too.

“Excellent. When you’re done, come and find me. I’ll be in my office until quite late tonight,” Victoria said. “The life of a club owner, huh?”

With that, she left the room and closed the door behind her.

I glanced at the bed, unable to shake the feeling of awkwardness. Brad headed to the bathroom. “I’m just going to wash up first,” he called out on his way over.

Nate went over to the Alexa device and commanded it to play some loud R&B music. Then he returned to my side and slid his arms around my waist, lips traveling over my left ear.

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