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“Come with us. There’s a room that’s been waiting for you to grace its presence,” Alek said, a playful grin dancing upon his lips.

His beautiful eyes were filled with anticipation, and I swallowed hard as the realization dawned on me that he was taking me to the playroom. And Ivan and Nik were following us.

Chapter 60

Aleksandr

His, Mine, Ours

Funny that the littleshit was planning on seducing us all together. While we were away, we discussed ways we could get her to come home. We were tired of waiting. Knowing how much she enjoyed sharing Nik and me together, it was a no-brainer. We’d played with her many times before, the three of us, and it only took a little persuading to get Ivan on board.

We had discussed possible details at length. It didn’t mean it would happen exactly that way, though. If we had learned nothing else in the little time with Kinsley, we’d learned that much. As we walked her down the hall, my cock throbbed with each step.

Once we reached the door, we paused, and I grabbed her hand. Raising it, I dusted it with soft kisses and then met her expectant eyes. All of us agreed to take things slow with her regarding this room, at least for tonight.

Marcel was adamant that we almost baby her and gave us specific things to look for when testing her limits. Tonight was merely about acquainting her with the room and the pleasure she would find here.

“I need you to listen closely. It’s very important you understand we will have rules for you when it comes to this room. We don’t need to go over them in detail right now, because tonight is strictly about us all being together.”

Her brows furrowed, and her pulse picked up. “So, not a real scene, then?”

“Correct. Those take negotiating and more detailed discussion than my cock is going to allow for tonight. Now that we have all the time in the world with you, we can go over those type of rules later. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.” Her eyes were so dilated with anticipation that I wanted to laugh. She was practically panting already. Nik grabbed her shoulders and began massaging them, and she sighed and closed her eyes at his touch.

“We do haveonerule that is imperative we go over. Whenever we play in here or act out a scene, your safeword is always, and I mean always, on the table. You’ll never be asked by any of us not to use it. We demand you do, and so you’re fully aware, we expect you’ll use it as we test your limits,” I told her, and she nodded. “Nodding is not an appropriate response. You know this.”

“Yes, Master. I, Kinsley Anya Marie Taylor, solemnly swear to my Kings that I will always use my safeword anytime I feel overwhelmed or want you to stop. I’ll use the wordzheltyyif I need you to slow down. I swear and affirm that I shall hold true to this oath as a subject of His Majesty, King Charles III, his heirs, and successors, according to law. So help me God.”

“Such a good little pet.” I purposefully lowered my voice. The three of us lined up shoulder to shoulder. “I’d like you to take three steps back and then strip for us.”

She immediately moved before I could even finish the sentence.

Oh, sweet girl, go slowly, or you’re going to have us undone before we even begin.

She kicked her shoes off and removed her socks. Then unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs. Once they hit the floor, she bent down and folded them. With a gentle tug, she pulled the hem of her hoodie up sensually, and it took everything in me not to groan.

Once she had removed it and was standing in her straps and panties, my brothers tensed next to me. The image before us was perfection, innocence, and sultriness, all mixed together. She stood there, allowing us to drink her in, while she remained with her head bowed and eyes downcast.

“We’ll vote on the panties. On or off?”

“Off,” Ivan growled.

“Off,” Nik said, his voice filled with emotion.

“You heard your Kings, pet. Off, please,” I told her as her hands flew to the waistband of her black panties.

There was a slight pause, then she let the fabric slip from her fingers. Instead of folding it, she hooked it on her pinkie and extended it toward Nikolai, her gaze heavy with heat and invitation. “For you,” she breathed.

He growled low in his throat as he took her simple offering. Bringing the delicate lace to his nose, he breathed in deeply, his eyes closed. Proudly, she stood before us. The three of us took in her beauty, so perfectly displayed.

All the blood drained to my cock. The breath caught in my throat. Nothing could’ve prepared me for the intense desire that coursed through me. Maybe it was the location—the fact we were going into the playroom with her—whateverit was, she was sinfully stunning. Every curve lit by the low glow of the hall, demanding worship without a word.

That familiar shift inside my chest hit, and the primal urge inside me was indescribable. Ivan punched the code, and the door opened.

“Inside, please, kitten,” I commanded.

“Yes, Master.” Once inside, she took several deep breaths, trying to acclimate herself to the setup. It was similar to the one we had in Seattle, except this one was larger by far.