Page 27 of Room Nine: For Their Eyes Only

Vadim keeps fucking my ass, thrusting, pumping, his path eased by his brother’s seed slipping out from my pussy. He comments on the sight, grunting loudly as he brings me toward him, crushing his lips to mine as he spills hot cum between our thighs.

I’m soaked, marked, covered in the evidence of my descent, and more satisfied than I can ever describe.

“Baby girl, that was fucking incredible.” Andrei claps once, and his wicked grin brings a lazy smile to my lips.

I sigh, stunned by my stamina and lost in the naughty afterglow that comes from taking three men together.

Andrei lifts my tired body off his brothers and winds his arms beneath my back and knees. He kisses my forehead and makes his way to my lips, cradling me gently while carrying me to the small shower on the opposite side of the room.

“You were such a good girl,” he praises, depositing me on the vanity while he starts the shower. I watch him move, reminiscing on the last hour—three hands, three tongues, and three massive cocks later, I’m happier than I’ve ever been

Viktor appears at the door, and an incandescent lightbulb bursts in my mind. He moves toward me, his green eyes gleaming with love, but something suddenly feels off. Something he said doesn’t make any sense.

I turn from Andrei and hold my hand against Viktor’s chest, almost too confused to utter my question. “Why did you call me Vivienne?”

Chapter19

“Stalkers! My father! How could you?” I race across the room with my shoes in my hand and hold the three men I thought I’d fallen for at bay. They lied to me. They tracked me down like a dog, hoping to bring me back to my father.

How could I be so stupid? The writing was on the wall. But I didn’t want to assume their Russian background automatically meant they were in league with my father. Brooklyn is full of Russians. Sometimes I can go a whole day without hearing English in Brighton Beach. I know I’m not as dumb as I feel.

“Vivi, please. Hear us out.” Andrei takes the lead. “Your father doesn’t want you to marry Alexei. He didn’t even ask us to take you home. Boris only wanted us to ensure that you were happy and safe. He’s worried about you.”

My rage intensifies. “How do you know what my father is like? I’ve known him for twenty-two years and know what he can do. I need to leave. Don’t follow me! And don’t ever contact me again!” I scream, gather the rest of my clothes, and finish dressing as I head for the door.

“We know your father, Vivienne,” Viktor chimes in, still hanging his head for outing their lies. He should feel ashamed. Their trickery is unforgivable. “We used to work for him.”

My eyes widen with fear. Only criminals work for my father. “Are you criminals? What did you do for him?” I lift my hand and hold it against my throat, struggling to breathe and too stunned to think clearly.

Vadim hovers close by, trying in vain to soothe my anger but failing horribly. “We killed for your father. You don’t know us because he kept that side hidden from you. And we weren’t part of the brotherhood. He paid, and we killed. And we left when that life grew too heavy for our souls.”

“You left? You left!” I scream, then cover my mouth, fearing someone will knock on the walls and tell us to keep it down. “You’re still working with him or for him, whatever you want to call it.” I fasten my dress, slip on my heels and turn the knob, swinging it open so hard, it bangs against the wall.

Viktor blocks my retreat, placing himself beneath the threshold to keep me from bolting. He extends his arms, holding his palms out to keep me in place. “I didn’t want to get involved with you. I knew this was a mistake.”

My jaw drops, and I stumble backward, shocked by his admission. He has nerve confessing something like that when I can still feel his climax sliding down my thighs. “Perfect! Now get out of my way. No doubt my father left New York shortly after you. I may be furious with him, but I don’t want him to find me at a sex club.”

Viktor remains in place, his soft, remorseful expression spearing my heart at a moment when I need to own my anger. “That’s not what I meant, little one. I didn’t want to fall in love with you. I fought it every step of the way. We arrived in New Orleans two days ago. I followed you everywhere, watching you, needing you, dying to steal you away so we could keep you to ourselves forever. But that wasn’t what was best for you.”

“Best for me?” I chew my lip, my voice trembling as I try to offer a sensible reply. “What do you know about what is good for me?”

He steps forward and takes my hand in his. I try to snatch it away, but he’s too quick and strong. I don’t stand a chance of fighting him off. But he isn’t fighting. He's watching me. Waiting for me to let him speak. I should be shocked by their former occupation, but that fact is low on my long list of grievances. I’ve been around these kinds of men my whole life and know it was what they did, not who they are now.

“You’re not meant to be a secret. We won’t hide you away. I don’t believe your father manipulated us into bringing you home. And if we’re wrong, and he did, there’s no way in fucking hell we’ll let him take you away. We don’t think you want to be on the run. You just want to decide your future for yourself. We want to give you that.” He threads his fingers with mine and brings my hand to his lips. The soft touch of his breath sends a chill down my spine, and I drop my gaze, holding back tears as I consider his words.

I look to Andrei and Vadim. “What if I want to leave? Will you stay away? Will you tell my father you never found me?” I don’t mean it. But I need to know I can decide my future without a man guiding me every step of the way. I’ve spent too many years trapped in my father’s cage. I won’t return.

Vadim replies, his features twisted with sadness. “We’ll follow you. We’ll wait. You can live your life, but let us protect you from the shadows.”

I tilt my head and shift my gaze from Viktor to Andrei to Vadim. My heart aches to believe them, but I know they’re lying. They're saying all the right things, wanting me to fall into the trap, hoping I’ll eventually forgive them.

“I don’t believe you.” I sniffle and wipe my tears with my hand.

The room remains silent for a moment, everyone staring straight ahead, contemplating my words and determining their next move. As much as I wanted to get away, my feet stay glued to the floor.

Andrei’s husky voice emerges and quickly ends my pathetic standoff. “You shouldn’t believe us. We’re not letting you go, baby girl. I’m sorry, but we can’t. You’re stuck with us whether you like it or not.” He removes his phone from his coat pocket, hits my father’s contact listing and hands it to me. “Now stop being a bad girl and talk to your father. He’s worried sick about you.”

My rage slowly subsides as I take his phone and hear my father’s voice. “Daddy?”

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