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SERAPHINA.

It had been nearly two years since anyone had touched me like this. My starved body was completely defenseless against the raw friction.

Solid, heavy hands traced the deep curves of my waist. His large fingers dug hard into my hips, pinning me to the seat.

"Oh, god," I whimpered softly, my head falling back against the leather cushion.

Every single nerve ending in my body burst into a raging, uncontrollable fire. The heat between my thighs turned into an absolute inferno. My pussy instantly turned into a dripping, soaking mess, a thick pool of slick moisture completely drowning the lace of my panties.

Suddenly, the other two giant dancers stepped closer. They grabbed my wrists, holding my hands firmly above my head, while the first guy continued to tease my inner lap with his hot lips. I couldn't push them away, and that dark restraint made it feel much more insane.

Through the blur of my own breathless panting, I saw the Knox brothers. They were sitting perfectly still on the leather sofas, and they weren't doing a single thing to stop it. 

In fact, their dark, heavy eyes were glued entirely to my writhing body. Adrian was leaning forward, his large hands resting on his knees, his breathing slow and heavy. At the same time, the dancer pushed his rough fingers right into the hem of my skirt.

Julian traced his bottom lip with a long finger, smirking wickedly. I wondered if they were hungry for me now. Sebastian sat right next to Mr. Vance, his handsome face deadpan, and serious.

They were intensely enjoying the sight of me being driven crazy.

"Hm..." I let out a soft, helpless moan.

"Good girl," Vance uttered, leaning forward. "Her moans sound so good!"

The two men holding my hands began nipping and kissing my neck and shoulders. I could feel a heavy, desperate heat pulsing between my legs. I had a wild need to be devoured right then and there. My pussy was pulsating with pure need. It was literally throbbing.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

It was insane. It felt like I was going to explode into pieces.

"Hm, yes. Just like that," I shamelessly let out, my pride entirely gone.

The dancer dropped down, his oiled hands rubbing the front of my private mound. He didn't pull my panties aside; instead, he used the damp, tight fabric of the lace to tease my swollen clit. 

I did not even care that I was giving a show before four other men. I was completely sex-starved. I did not expect my body to compose itself. I shut my eyes tight and allowed the men to move against me.

"Wow, such unique sounds!" Vance continued to laugh. I didn't care about his annoying voice either.

"Yes... don't stop," I gasped out, my thighs shaking violently now. I wanted more. I wanted him to push his large fingers further and finger me really hard.

"Fergus, go further! Make her cum!" Vance yelled, having way more fun than he was supposed to.

"A dance, Vance. You wanted a dance and you got one," a cold voice cut through the air. "Get up, Seraphina. Don't be a whore."

What?

It was Adrian’s deep voice.

I snapped my eyes open. He was glaring at me, his dark eyes filled with a dangerous, heat.

Vance chuckled softly. "Boys, stop. You have done enough. Her legs are even shaking."

I looked down, and Vance was right. My inner thighs were still shaking with unfulfilled desire. My stomach was bubbling, and I could feel the intense pressure building up right at the edge. 

I hadn't cum, and they had built the massive flood. Now, Adrian had stopped the flow. First they humiliate me, and then they don't even let me reach fulfillment. My cheeks lit up with a burning color. I couldn't tell if it was from pure shame or the fact that they had cut off my climax.

"I need to pee," I choked out, not waiting for a single response.

I tore myself away from the dancers and rushed out of the room.

"Seraphina!" Mr. Vance called out, but I didn't stop.

I ran through the thick, throbbing crowd of the nightclub. My inner thighs rubbed together with every step, sending torturous jolts of static heat straight into my brain. I was dripping wet. 

My underwear was completely soaked through with thick fluids.

I burst through the heavy door of the private VIP restroom and slammed myself into the furthest corner stall, clicking the lock into place with a loud clack.

I slid down the hard metal door, collapsing onto my knees on the floor as my body shook with a raging fire.

"Those bastards," I sobbed out, my voice cracking with pure frustration. "Those absolute, shameless bastards!"

I frantically cussed the Knox brothers out loud, crying out into the quiet stall over what they were doing to my mind and body. They were playing with me like a toy. The ache between my legs was an actual physical torture now. My clit was swollen, throbbing in a frantic, rhythmic beat that demanded to be touched.

Unable to take the burning pressure a second longer, I reached down, shoving my hand beneath my skirt and sliding my fingers past the wet lace of my panties. My core was completely overflowing, a slick, hot cream covering my fingertips instantly.

I pressed two fingers against my throbbing clit, trying frantically to rub myself toward the release I so desperately needed. I stroked faster, my breath coming in ragged, high-pitched gasps as I closed my eyes, trying to force the explosion to happen. 

But my mind was too completely shattered by the images of Adrian, Julian, and Sebastian watching me from the couch. Every time I closed my eyes, I didn't see the stripper, I saw Sebastian’s serious face, Adrian’s dark eyes, and Julian’s wicked smirk.

The visualization was too intense. My fingers couldn't match the thick, heavy depth my pussy was truly craving. Nothing was working. I couldn't reach the edge, and the frustration made fresh tears stream down my flushed cheeks.

BANG! BANG!

A heavy, commanding fist suddenly rattled the metal door of the restroom stall, making me jump half out of my skin. I yanked my hand out from under my skirt, my heart leaping straight into my throat.

"Are you through in there, secretary?" Julian’s rumbly voice boomed through the restroom door.

I wondered in a panic if they knew exactly what I had come in here to do. I quickly turned on the faucet, washed my hands, and was forced to step out of the stall.

When I reached their presence in the dim hallway, Julian's heavy eyes moved slowly over my flushed body. Adrian’s dark gaze stayed locked directly on my chest. When I followed his look, I realized my blouse was rumpled, leaving my cleavage completely on show.

"You really enjoyed yourself, didn't you?" Adrian began, his massive frame stepping into my personal space.

"Are those three better than us? Have you confirmed?" Adrian murmured, leaning down until his hot, thick breath scattered over my face.

"Adrian, leave her alone," Sebastian uttered from behind, acting like he actually cared.

"Here, take this," Julian smirked. He stretched his arm out, holding a sleek, luxury black box toward me.

"What is this?" I asked, my voice trembling as I took it.

"Something you desperately need tonight," Julian smirked. God, why did he have to be so damn fine? They all were.

Devils!

I pulled the lid open, and what I saw inside the velvet interior made me gasp in pure shock.

"What!"