Page 24 of Room Nine: For Their Eyes Only

The room grows quiet. Viktor folds his long legs and falls into an oversized chair directly before the bed. Vadim takes the one beside him. For a few awkward moments, no one speaks. Six eyes focus on me, almost willing me to continue. I don’t. I’m not sure what to say in a situation like this.

It’s my first foursome. My first time. I’m not sure how things are supposed to begin.

“The room is expensive. The only beautiful thing in this room is you.” Andrei’s deep gravelly voice makes me weak. “Come here, baby girl. Let Daddy make you feel good.” Our eyes meet, and he spreads his arms, welcoming me to his embrace. He’s fucking stunning. A gorgeous hunk of man with gray-blue eyes that peer into my soul. I can hardly hold back my excitement, but a few things must be said and understood.

I step forward, then stop, unable to move any closer until they comprehend what this means. I need to lay down my rules. We have no hope of moving forward after today. They don’t know my father. I know he loves me, but when he sets his mind on something, very little can change his mind. I don’t know why he chose Alexei, but that’s not my choice, and I no matter what I feel now, I won’t surrender my future and allow my secret life to be uncovered.

If I want to maintain a life of anonymity, I can’t tie myself to men who live in the same city as the man hunting me down.

“Tonight is just tonight, okay? This can’t go any further.” My voice shakes, but that doesn’t remove the conviction of my words.

No one answers, and the only sound I can hear is the erratic beat of my heart echoing in my ears. Is this a dealbreaker?

I hardly have time to think the words when Andrei storms forward and drags me into his arms. He stares into my face, and his stern expression makes my belly somersault. I don’t push away. I make no attempt to struggle or call things off. I fucking want him. Oh my God, I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I want this beautiful man.

“I can’t accept your conditions, baby girl. If we start this, I’m not sure I can ever let it end. I won’t deny my feelings. And I won’t let you run away. If you’re hiding, I’ll protect you. If you want to create a life with us, we’ll build you a fucking palace complete with the three deadliest dragons you’ve ever met.” Andrei wraps his sinewy hand against my throat, then lets it slide to the back. He holds me in place and threads his fingers through my hair, tilting my head back until our lips are aligned.

“What’s it going to be, baby girl?” Andrei’s warm breath on my lips makes me shiver.

The feel of his cock against my belly sends my pulse into orbit. I try to breathe without tasting the fragrance of his cologne, but his yummy scent wrecks my senses. I’m terrified by his unyielding proposition. I should end this before things become so intense that I run again.

But I can’t. It’s too late to forget the last five days. And I'm too far gone to leave now.

“I need my daddy.” The treacherous words leave me in a rush, like I need to say them before I change my mind. Before I come to my senses.

This is what I want.

Chapter17

It takes almost nothing for me to lose control. I need Vivi. I want her. I need to taste and fuck her. The longer I have her in my arms, the more I long to claim her, body and soul. Unable to control my growing desire, I squeeze our bodies together, pressing her breasts again my chest, grinding my cock against her belly, anything to close the space between us—even if all that remains is air.

“You deserve romance. You should have violins and a lover who takes his time. I don’t think I can be gentle. But we won’t rest until we lay waste to your virginity and make you come over and over—not stopping until you cry out for mercy.” I groan, seal my lips to hers and lift her into my arms.

“Daddy,” she moans between kisses, whimpering as she grinds her hot pussy against my crotch. My eyes disappear into my head. She has no idea how much power she has over me. She’ll learn soon enough.

“Baby girl, do you remember showing me your pussy?” I whisper as I carry her across the room and onto the bed. Viktor’s eyes narrow. Vadim’s lips part. I neglected to tell them about that tiny detail, keeping it to myself until now.

“I do,” she cries as I kiss her body. I can’t believe she’s here, in person, ready to give her daddy what he craves.

“Do you remember when I told you to pretend your fingers were my tongue?” Did I say that? Or just think it? There’s no time to second guess myself. While I watch her lying in bed, ready for me, ready for us, I slip my jacket off and toss it to the floor. My cufflinks follow. I’m so nervous that my fingers fumble over my shirt buttons, and I bust through the final two.

“Yes!” she shouts, and the memory comes flooding back.

“You don’t have to pretend anymore. Daddy is going to make you come with his mouth. I'm going to fuck you with my tongue until you lose control and come on my face. That's what you want, isn't it? That's what my little girl needs.” I shove my hand beneath her dress and pull down a pair of black lace panties, leaving her black stilettos in place.

“Daddy,” she breathes, nodding as she spreads her thighs, offering her pussy like a good girl.

I lift her skirt to her waist. I fucking love it when she calls me daddy. She’s so much younger than me. I’ve never been with a woman twenty years my junior, and I never thought I would. If it was anyone else, I’d probably laugh at their idiocy. This feels dirty, depraved, and better than anything I’ve ever experienced. I’m not ashamed to call her mine. There’s nothing I want more than to make her my wife.

"You’re my baby girl, aren’t you?”

She is. For real. Forever.

Vivi’s so delicate. So lovely. She’s a flower ready to bloom, ready to be plucked. I drop my head and skate my fingers along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She spreads her legs wider, and I lift them over my shoulders, hungry to taste her pussy.

“I... am…yours, wait, yes!” Her voice falls away and emerges as a guttural moan. I trail my tongue through her wet slit, spreading her lips until I land on the tiny little bud she showed me five nights ago. It’s swollen and throbbing, aching for my touch, and I don’t make her wait long.

The taste of her sweet pussy blows my mind and taps into a primal need I’m only now discovering. I’ve pleasured women before. I enjoyed their company and derived satisfaction from knowing I made them feel good. But this is different. Vivi is the treasure I’ve searched for all my life. The woman I want to please, love, protect, and breed. I want her to be my everything, and I need her to know she’ll always be enough for us.

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