Page 16 of Room Twenty-Seven: Theirs to Punish

His grip on my hand tightens slightly, almost like he’s scared I’ll run off. Which, in all honesty, is a possibility. “Anything I can do to make you less nervous?”

The genuine concern in his voice catches me off guard. He seems like he is really trying to make this easier for me. “Honestly, you asking this makes me feel better already.” Pulling my lips into a smile is enough to convince him.

“Alright then, come on.”

We walk into Club Sin together. Niklas takes me to the office, where I sign the new contract before he walks me up the stairs. We’re in the same room as yesterday.

By the time we get upstairs, my heart is beating out of control. “I wish we had stopped for a drink at the bar.”

“There is champagne inside,” Niklas tells me as he drops my hand and reaches for the handle. “Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” At the loss of his touch, I intertwine my own fingers.

Nik opens the door, and together we step into room 27 once more. Bane and Luke lounge on the sectional, waiting for us. Their heads snap up simultaneously.

“Hi.” I give them a small wave.

They both get up and walk toward us. We all meet in the center of the room.

“I’m glad you came.” Bane greets me with a grin.

“It was touch-and-go there for a bit,” I admit honestly.

“Is that how Nik ended up walking you in?” Luke asks.

“Yeah, I got nervous.” I look around the room, trying to take everything I missed yesterday. My eyes land on the minibar next to the sectional. “I’m still nervous. Can we have a drink first?”

“That’s understandable,” Bane agrees. “Of course. Let’s get a drink.” He motions for me to have a seat.

My feet move on their own, carrying me across the room. I sit on the edge of the couch, ensuring I keep my legs together so I don’t flash the guys. I didn’t bother wearing underwear, knowing I won’t need it for long anyway.

Bane grabs a bottle of champagne from the bar and opens the cork with a loud pop. He pours a generous amount into a flute and hands it to me. I chug the whole glass.

When I set the empty glass down on the side table, Bane and Luke scowl at me like a misbehaving child.

“Eat this,” Niklas appears at my side with a small tray of chocolate-covered strawberries. I have no reason to deny him the request. As a matter of fact, I reach for them eagerly. My stomach growls. I guess the clear alcoholic liquid warming my stomach doesn’t help with my hunger.

The guys all sit down, watching me intently. I stuff a few strawberries into my mouth, then chew and swallow them quickly, not wanting to remain under the microscope any longer. I jump up when the last morsel finds its way to my stomach.

“I’m ready. Let’s do this.” I reach for the strap on my dress.

“No, wait.” Niklas stops me. “Today, we’ll be the ones taking your clothes off.”

“There is not much to take off.” I grin. Niklas frowns in response.

“You better be wearing some panties under that dress.”

“What if I’m not?” I tease to lighten the mood in the room a little.

A low growl rumbles in Niklas’s chest. “If you don’t, we might just have to punish you for being so careless. What if someone had seen what belongs to us?”

“I guess you have to punish me.” I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth, but I love the way they make me feel. I’ve never felt so promiscuous. I know the three men in front of me wouldn’t hurt me, making me want to find out in what naughty way they plan to punish me.

Niklas slides the strap of my dress down my shoulder while Bane unzips the back. The dress slides down my body, exposing every inch of my skin.

Luke grabs my hand, steadying me as I step out of the dress and my shoes.

“It's your turn.” I smile and watch as all three guys strip out of their clothes.

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