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SERAPHINA. 

When a knock came on my door, I scrambled to my feet, and then I quickly covered the dildo which was now slick with my cum. 

My legs still shook from pleasuring myself wildly and pushing all the length inside of my cock. 

The door swung open, and Victor stepped into the dark room before I could even open it for him. 

I braced myself, expecting him to shout, to curse, or to react to the sight of his wife standing completely naked looking for something to cover herself. 

But his cold eyes merely scanned my bare breasts, my curved waist, and my slick thigh. 

“Enjoyed yourself?” He asked indifferently. Nothing about him showed he was enticed. 

He was gay, of course. My naked female body meant absolutely nothing to him.

"Get dressed," Victor ordered, his voice flat and completely devoid of emotion. 

"We have an elite gala to attend tomorrow night. A massive political dinner."

A sharp wave of pure anger rushed through my veins. 

"No, Victor," I spat, my voice cracking with deep frustration as I clutched the towel to my chest. 

"I am not going. I am sick and tired of you using my body to cover up your secret life! Go find Gideon and take him instead!"

Victor’s face instantly twisted into something dark. He stepped into my space, his fingers wrapping around my arm. 

"You will do exactly as you are told, Seraphina," he hissed through his teeth, his breath hot against my face. 

"You like the money that keeps your mother breathing in that private clinic, don't you? One word of refusal, and I pull the plug on her life support before the sun comes up. Your designer dress will be delivered to the office tomorrow. Wear it, smile, and play your part."

He shoved me away, leaving me shivering in the dark as he slammed the door behind him. 

I had absolutely no choice.

The next day, a large box arrived at my desk. Inside was a stunning, custom-made midnight-blue straight gown. 

The fabric was heavy and expensive, cutting straight down my frame, clinging tightly to the full curve of my hips and completely highlighting the heavy swell of my breasts.

When evening arrived, the luxury car dropped us off at the grand ballroom of the elite event. The moment we stepped onto the marble floor, Victor aggressively grabbed my wrist, forcing my hand to wrap around his stiff arm. "Smile, don’t be a useless girl," he muttered under his breath for the cameras.

I forced a fake, beautiful smile onto my lips and raised my head.

My breath caught entirely in my throat. 

Standing just a few feet away, looking breathtakingly handsome in custom black tuxedos, were the Knox brothers.

A violent wave of burning embarrassment rushed from my neck straight to my cheeks. The memory of the previous night slammed into my brain. 

The image of me lying naked on the cold bathroom floor, frantically ramming their eight-inch black dildo inside my soaking pussy while screaming Adrian’s name into a towel. 

I felt completely exposed, as if the raw, dirty secrets of my masturbation were written all over my flushed face.

To my absolute horror, the event coordinators guided us straight to the main VIP table. Because we were all considered August guests of honor, Victor and I were seated directly opposite the three billionaire brothers.

Julian was the first to speak. He leaned back in his leather chair, a glass of expensive champagne in his hand as his eyes slowly tracked the plunging neckline of my blue gown. A wicked smirk spread over his lips.

"Your wife is exceptionally pretty tonight, Victor," Julian murmured, his rumbly voice dripping with a dark amusement. 

"She looks like a rare jewel... someone every single man out there would want to take for themselves."

My entire body tensed, my fingers locking tightly around my fabric napkin under the table.

"Do you treat her right, Victor?" Sebastian asked suddenly, his handsome face deadpan. 

His cold, precise words cut through the classical music playing in the ballroom. 

"Because if you don't know how to handle a delicate asset like her... some other guys will gladly step in and take over the management."

Adrian didn't say a word. He kept his dark, predatory stare locked onto my chest, his broad shoulders expanding with every heavy breath he took. Damn, he was breathtaking. I needed to step away from here. I swear I couldn't breathe with all six of their eyes staring at me like that. 

Victor let out a loud, fake laugh, trying to play it off, but his pride was clearly stung by their bold words. 

To show his dominance over me in front of the new billionaires, Victor reached beneath the white tablecloth. His large, rough fingers grabbed my inner thigh, and he pinched my tender skin aggressively, digging his nails deep into my flesh to force me into silence.

I let out a sharp, choked gasp, my eyes flying wide with pain. I looked across the table, my eyes wide and pleading as I begged the Knox brothers with my gaze to stop teasing him. 

But they didn't stop. They didn't care about Victor at all. Everyone knew him; he was a famous lawyer, but they did not care. 

Seeing my distress, Julian’s smirk turned completely feral.

Beneath the long, white tablecloth, completely hidden from the rest of the guests, Julian began teasing me. 

He stretched his long leg across the gap, pushing his socked toes straight between my tightly pressed knees. 

I gasped again as he forced my thighs apart, his foot sliding higher and higher up my legs while Victor continued to pinch my outer thigh aggressively.

The dual torture was absolutely insane. On the outside, my husband was causing me sharp pain out of pure malice; on the inside, Julian was driving my body into a state of wild pleasure.

Julian pushed his foot right against the hem of my midnight-blue skirt, sliding the fabric up until his big toe pressed directly against the center of my lace panties. 

My pussy gave a violent, heavy throb, instantly gushing a thick wave of hot, slick moisture that soaked through the fabric.

I bit my bottom lip so hard it bled, desperate to prevent a dirty moan from escaping my lips in front of the politicians. 

Julian used his large toe to rub in slow circles directly against my swollen, hypersensitive clit. 

“So you love your wife?” Julian asked, flicking his toe over and over. 

No, please. 

I tried not to gasp. 

But god, I would do anything to bare myself to them right now. 

I was so soaked, so needy. 

“Yes, of course. I love my wife!” 

“Good.” Adrian blurted, looking away with his emotionless face.

Yet, Julian was still teasing my clit with his toes. I couldn't tell him to stop and I couldn't move away, Victor was watching me. 

So I had to pretend like my entire body wasn't on fire and an insane amount of heat was spreading through me.