Page 23 of Room Nine: For Their Eyes Only

I want to kiss her, hold her close, then carry her to the second floor to relieve her of that blasted virginity.

She has no use for it anymore. If all goes right, it will be gone before sunrise.

Viktor returns with her drink, and as he places it in her hand, they exchange a look I don’t recognize. He told me they spoke once but didn’t share what they discussed. I despise it when he acts so secretive. He didn't have to come if he didn’t want to be here.

“Take it slow. It’s as strong as it tastes,” he warns her, then practically nudges Vadim away to slide beside her.

She curls into his embrace, and her face tucks neatly into his neck. Viktor wraps his arms around her and whispers in her ear. I can’t hear what he says. It’s so loud in here I’m not sure she can either. I assume she listened to every word when she nods and weaves her fingers into his hand, clutching tightly, as if they've done this before.

I’m stunned. Vadim looks furious. We don’t get jealous over women, not of each other, but there's just something about Vivi that makes us fucking crazy.

I don’t know what Viktor’s doing or what shenanigans he’s got up his sleeve, but I don’t like it. Apparently, neither does Vadim. Visibly shaken that Viktor is hogging her all to himself, he wedges his body between them and nudges her back to our side of the table. “Tell me what Vivi is short for? Vivian? Where did you get Pinky from?” We know the answer, but it’s best to hear it from her. If this goes where I want it to go, we should know each other’s names, birthdates, addresses, hopes, and dreams. I won’t let this start and end here.

“I’m Genevieve. Genevieve Pinkerton.” She moves her head from side to side, uncomfortable with her lie and perhaps wishing she could share her truth. Her lips tremble, and I catch her whisper something to herself before repeating it loud enough for us to hear. “But I prefer Vivi.”

“You don’t look like a Genevieve.” Viktor makes a bold attempt to pull the truth, then retreats. “You’re definitely more of a Vivi.”

I’m shocked by his tact, but I understand his motivation. I have no intention of calling her Genevieve when I’ll soon have to revert to Vivienne. We can’t keep this charade going for long. Boris expects word from us soon.

Vivi nods cheerfully and leans her back against my chest. I place my hands on her hips and press my stiff cock into the small of her back. A tiny whimper falls from her lips as she peers over her shoulder to face me.

“Daddy...” she purrs the word I’ve longed to hear.

“I’ve got a room reserved on the second floor. We can use it. Or we can stay here. The choice is yours, baby girl.” My voice cracks with muted excitement. I don’t want to tell her how badly I want to take her upstairs. Although my cock is doing an excellent job of revealing my desperation.

Her eyes widen as she wiggles her round ass into my crotch, salaciously rubbing my cock with her cheeks. “Daddy,” she breathes. “Are you really going to share me with your brothers?”

I snake my arm around her waist and whisper into her ear. “Is that what you want, baby girl?”

Vivi chews her lip and nods once. “Do you think I’m ready?”

“Daddy will make you ready.”

Chapter16

We take the elevator to the second floor and amble through a red hallway, each side lined with black doors numbered one through ten. People pass us in the hall, coming and going. Some look satisfied. Others look eager. No one seems unhappy to be here.

Not even me.

Andrei holds my hand and hands Vadim his key. The Balakov brothers, formally introduced on our way here, give each other a knowing glance like someone has something to say and no one wants to speak up.

“Is something wrong?” I ask, nervous but excited to be alone with them.

Viktor shakes his head and answers, “You can say no, little girl. We want to be here, but Andrei told us this is your first time. Three men is a lot to ask of you. And we want to make sure you don’t have any doubts.”

“The room is paid for, isn’t it?” I don’t know why I ask that question. I don’t feel obligated to enter. This is precisely where I want to be, and these are the men I want to be with.

Vadim groans, “Screw the money, sweetheart. We don’t need to go inside. If you want to join us for dinner, we’ll happily take you. There’s no rush.”

My cheeks heat with embarrassment. “Do you think I’m being too easy? Am I giving in too soon? I want to be here, but if you’re unsure, we can go somewhere else.” We’re moving at lightning speed, but it doesn’t feel wrong.

“This is where we want to be. It’s not about the place. We want to be here with you.” Andrei eases my concerns and urges his brother to finish what he started.

Vadim opens the door to room number nine, and Viktor ushers me inside. Andrei follows closely, examining every nook and cranny of the room, checking behind curtains and closets beneath the enormous king-sized bed, and studying each lamp carefully on a hunt for cameras and bugs. They run a security company in Manhattan, and having suspicious minds is par for the course.

I stride forward, pretending to be fascinated with the décor while struggling to control my breathing. My heart races in double time. My legs shake so hard I fear losing my balance and tripping over my feet.

I run my fingers over the soft velvet coverlet covering the bed and remark on the room's elegance. “Everything looks beautiful. I’ve never seen a lovelier bedroom.”

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