Craving the Untouchables

SERAPHINA.The doctor’s office smelled like disinfectant and old paper. I could see files scattered all over his table. He also had a confused expression on his face.I had gone there with no intention of digging into anything. I only wanted clarity, something solid to hold on to. Instead, I walked into a truth that shaped my entire life.“What do you mean my husband was cured eight months ago?” I asked, my voice calm in a way my heart was not. It was pounding rapidly in my chest.The doctor glanced at the file again, then up at me, confusion still flickering across his face.“Yes,” he said carefully.“He responded well to treatment. There has been no medical restriction for eight months now. Is there a problem?”I swallowed.“No,” I said quickly. Too quickly.“No problem at all. My husband told me. I just… thought he might have been lying so I wouldn’t worry. You know how men can be.”The doctor smiled politely.“He wasn’t lying. He’s completely fine.”Fine.The word echoed in my hea

SERAPHINA “Do you like what you see? You enjoy it, right?” A thick masculine voice evaded my ears. I froze, my finger pausing on my nipple as I raised my head. Six gorgeous gazes were on me, and the look of mischief sat on their faces. Don’t get me started on their body. Damn, they were tall and huge. They looked like something out of a novel. They were even more handsome than the last time I remembered. Oh god, no. An air of shame blew across my face. "You don’t have to touch yourself, come over, let’s show you how it's done," Adrian smirked, his gaze fixated on my boobs, and only then did I remember that my hand was still on my swollen nipple. I yanked it out quickly and he chuckled. My cheeks were crimson by now and I secretly prayed the floor would open up and swallow me. What the heck got into me? Why did I start touching myself? My gaze fell back to their cock, and they were still brushing their fingers over it. That made it even harder to breathe now. “Hold on, didn’t we h

CHAPTER FIVE. SERAPHINA. The plastic of my office chair felt cold against the back of my thighs, but it did nothing to cool the raging fire inside me. I sat stared at my laptop screen, but the numbers and spreadsheets were completely blurry. I couldn't focus. I couldn't breathe properly.Every time I closed my eyes, the explicit images from the folder flashed behind my eyelids. I saw the stark, high-definition photos of women surrendering to those massive, thick penises. My mind kept betraying me, replacing the women in those photos with myself. I imagined Adrian’s heavy grip on my hips, Julian’s hot breath against my neck, and Sebastian’s intense eyes watching me unravel.For nearly two years, I had lived like a ghost in my own marriage. I had starved for affection, begging a man who didn't want me for just a crumb of attention. My body had been locked away in a cold cage of rejection. Now, the cage doors had been kicked wide open by three billionaire gods, and the sudden rush of

CHAPTER SEVEN. SERAPHINA. The morning sun came out and it did nothing to warm the cold, dead feeling inside my chest. I had spent the night staring at the ceiling of the guest bedroom, my mind spinning with Victor’s threats. My mother’s medical bills, my sister’s school fees, my father’s endless debts, they were all heavy stones crushing me into the dirt. I felt like an animal caught in a trap, waiting for the hunter to finish me off.By afternoon, the silence in the house was broken by the sharp, loud chime of the doorbell.I jumped, my heart leaping into my throat. Victor was downstairs in his study, probably working on a case or talking to Gideon. I didn't want him to have any reason to interact with me, so I quickly hurried down the stairs to answer it myself.I opened the large front door to find a courier standing on the porch. He was holding a sleek, glossy black box tied with a thick scarlet ribbon. It looked incredibly expensive and completely out of place in my messy an

9SERAPHINA. The lie I had told Tracy weighed heavily on my chest all through the afternoon. Declaring myself single felt like a dangerous invitation, a flame that would only attract more heat. But I didn't have time to dwell on it. The thick manila folder was still sitting on my desk, demanding my full attention. I needed to copy the marketing data and get it organized before the end of the day.I grabbed the thick folder, stepped away from my cubicle, and walked toward the small, private copy room at the far end of the hallway. It was a secluded space, tucked behind a heavy door where the loud noise of the main office couldn't reach. The room was quiet, filled only with the low, steady hum of the large copy machine.I set the files down and started scanning the pages, my hands still slightly damp from nervousness.The heavy door clicked behind me. I didn't think much of it, assuming another colleague needed to use the machine. But when the lock slid into place with a sharp and l