Page 45 of Room Ten: Praise Times Three

I blow out the breath I’ve been holding and ask my question again. “Will you be ours forever?”

She nods. “I will.”

I smile. “Then we have a room upstairs.”

“Maybe we should go check it—”

I’m on my feet and pulling her to hers before she can finish her thought, my arm wrapped around her waist. I don’t give Reese or Soren a second glance, expecting them to catch up as I move her across the room and through the crowd to the stairs. Every man in this place gawks at our queen, but I don’t care.

She’s mine.

She’s ours.

And tonight, we’ll claim her for forever.

Reese and Soren catch up as we ascend the stairs, and we walk as a precise military unit to Room Ten. I pull the key from my pocket and disengage the lock, pushing the door open. Leti steps through the threshold, and I’m sure she’s nervous, but our strong girl tamps down any embarrassment she feels and holds her head up high.

Room Ten is a comfortable suite with a living area and a wet bar, a few toys and other tame accessories. The bedroom is off to the left. It has an oversized king bed with an ensuite equipped with a massive shower and jacuzzi tub. Many people come with their own bag of tricks, but one can also order a la carte. We went for comfort and privacy tonight, so we ordered a pampering kit to include robes, extra towels, bath salts, bubbles, and strawberry-scented lube.

I know, I know… I’m a sap. But I know this will be her first time doing anything remotely non-vanilla. I mean, Soren is the one and only guy to go down on her and eat her pretty pussy, something I plan to do tonight. Even though some jackass took her virginity, he never really claimed her, giving her exactly zero orgasms for her troubles.

Tonight will be special. I already know it will be for us, and I’m willing to go full sap and write her name in rose petals if it touches her heart and makes her melt.

She glances around, taking in the luxurious furniture. “Wow. This is a lot nicer than I was imagining.”

I slide up behind her and run my hands up her arms. “We wouldn’t take you someplace unfit for a queen.”

“Have you been in this room before?” She glances over her shoulder at me.

“No.” Reese steps up beside her and takes her hand, leading her to the wet bar and away from my arms. “We wouldn’t share you in a room with memories of anyone else.”

“We’ll be wiping and replacing everything before you with new memories, anyway,” Soren says, shutting and locking the door behind him.

She flashes a demure smile, her eyes bouncing from Reese to me, and then to Soren. “How do we begin?”

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