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"Leave it to Kylian to find the fanciest whorehouse in the city."

My older brother ignores me as he strides toward the elevator.

This isn't a whorehouse. It's an exclusive sex club. Somewhere luxurious where the rich and depraved indulge in their predilections. Like-minded individuals meet to work out their sexual kinks. And us? Well, we're meeting a woman whose virginity we've purchased. Virginity and so much more.

I have mixed feelings about sharing a woman with my brothers, and I'd like to stop for a drink at the bar I spot in the corner of the lobby, but we're running late, and Ky is eager to find out if his investment is worth all the money we've paid.

We look like we're attending a fucking costume party. My middle brother, Nate, always cautious, insisted we wear masks. They're basic black masks that cover the top part of our face, but they're ridiculous.

But better we look stupid than someone recognize us and post our picture online, he'd explained. "Aston brothers seen at Chicago sex club." Our father would love that.

I don't think we need to worry. From the look of this place, anyone who can afford to come to Club Scarlet would have a lot to lose from bad publicity. Discretion was assured as part of the contract.

In the elevator, my mind goes to our prize, who called herself Little Sparrow in the auction. Will she look as good as she did online? It's been too long since I've had a virgin and never an anonymous one. Sex hasn't been especially pleasurable for quite a while. When something is easily achieved, it's never as satisfying, but my dick's been stirring at the thought of Little Sparrow, so the night holds promise.

I'm not sure how I feel about sharing her with my brothers, though.

"How's this going to go down?" Nate asks Kylian, just as the chime indicates our floor. "Who's going to actually take her virginity?"

"I will, of course." Kylian's dry chuckle doesn't give any clues as to whether he's serious or joking.

"Why should you decide?" I say.

Kylian takes a hard turn and leads us down a long, narrow hall lined with countless doors. Maybe I'd be better off choosing a random room and having my own adventure instead of going along with Kylian and his kinky obsession.

But Sparrow was very appealing.

"Actually, we'll let our virgin decide," Kylian says cryptically as he slides the card into the door of room twenty-eight. "But whoever takes her virginity has to have us all in the room. I'm not missing out on that."

The room is spacious and elegant but sparsely decorated, with no more than a bed, a couple of chairs, and a table. The walls are covered with an ornately patterned wallpaper, a couple of tasteful soft-focus black and white prints of female nudes, and a large horizontal mirror adjacent to the bed.

My eyes go to the woman seated at the edge of the bed with her hands folded in her lap. She's tiny—little, like her name suggests—and I'm afraid one of us might break her in two, or at least injure a wing.

She doesn't look up, and when we get closer, I see that her folded hands are shaking and she's clasping them tightly, trying to keep herself together.

What's brought her here? From the look of her gorgeous figure, long silky hair, and full, pouty lips, I'll bet she's had to fight off many men to keep her innocence intact.

“Little Sparrow." Kylian says the words as both question and statement, and her head finally lifts to look at us, and even through her mask, I see her eyes go wide.

The woman nods and continues to stare.

Who knows what she was expecting? Maybe some dirty old men whose wives married them for their bank accounts and then refused to spread their legs anymore.

Instead, she's got the three of us, and though she can't see our faces, she can probably tell that we have a lot more energy than older men.

We're staring back at her, standing shoulder-to-shoulder, forming a wall in front of her, preventing any chance of her escape.

"How will this work?" she says. "Three of you, and I have only one virginity to give."

Ky takes a step closer to her, sliding a hand into his pants pocket and shifting his weight to one leg. "I think you're wrong about that. Pick a number between one and thirty."

Through the lace of her mask, her eyes narrow in confusion. She waits for an explanation, and when none comes, she finally says, "Four."

Ky turns and lifts his chin to Nate. "Congrats, you get first pick."

It takes me a moment to work out that Kylian is going by whose birthdate is closest to the number; he used this system with random spins when we were kids.

"I'll take her pussy," Nate says immediately, sounding surprised and, of course, pleased.

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