I considered it.
“I’m not used to… luxury,” I admitted. “It feels like I’m putting on a costume.”
“You are, in a sense,” he said. “All of us are. We just wear it more comfortably because we grew up in it.”
I huffed a laugh. “At least you’re honest.”
“I try,” he grinned.
Viktor glanced between us and smirked. “Careful, little brother. You’re starting to sound like you care.”
Andrei shot him a look. “You sound like you can’t stand not having someone’s full attention.”
“I have plenty of attention,” Viktor said. “Some of it’s even earned.”
“Most of it isn’t,” Mikhail added as he joined us.
Viktor clutched his chest dramatically. “You wound me.”
I rolled my eyes, but when I glanced back, Andrei was watching me. Not staring, just watching. The kind of focused, unsettling attention that felt like being studied down to the bones, like he was taking apart my reactions piece by piece to see which onesbelonged to him and which ones still belonged to his brothers. His arms were folded, shoulder braced against the gleaming display case behind him, but his eyes were thoughtful and just a little hungry.
I shifted under the weight of it. “What?” I demanded.
That made the corners of his mouth tilt up in a grin, almost as if he’d expected the question.
He uncrossed his arms and said, “For the record, I don’t need my brothers’ sloppy seconds.”
My brows shot up in surprise. “Excuse me?”
He shrugged, deceptively casual. “You’ve already been in their beds. I’m not interested in following in their footsteps.”
Mikhail’s expression went flat. “Andrei,” he warned in a deep growl.
Viktor just grinned.
I turned fully toward the youngest Dragunov, folding my arms across my chest. “Interesting choice of phrase,” I returned.
“Accurate, though,” he replied.
I stepped closer, watching his pupils dilate, not with fear, but with anticipation.
“You’re right that I slept with your brothers,” I said sweetly. “The two of them were really good, too. They made sure to take care of me in all the right ways.”
A flicker of darkness crossed his face.
“But,” I continued, smile widening, “I understand where you’re coming from, though. You just don’t want me to see how small your dick is compared to theirs.”
The silence that followed hit like a dropped ton of bricks.
Viktor choked. Actually choked.
Mikhail’s jaw flexed so hard I thought his teeth might crack.
Andrei stared at me.
Then, slowly, his mouth curved.
“You want to find out?” he asked, his voice turning husky.
