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SERAPHINA. 

"Adrian. Sebastian. Julian!"

A high-pitched female voice screeched from behind us. I raised my head quickly as Julian instantly retracted his socked toes from my private parts, slipping his foot back into his dress shoe. 

My heart tugged painfully in my chest. For some reason, a wave of deep humiliation washed over me.

"Margaux," Sebastian called out flatly.

Who the hell was she? She looked rich—rich enough to own the ballroom. She confidently glided over and sat right next to Adrian. He actually allowed her into his personal space, turning his massive frame to give her his full attention.

Julian smiled brightly at her. "You dyed your hair again. I love this color!" He reached out, his large fingers touching her bright blonde hair, and she giggelled sheepishly under his touch.

I felt a hot, burning anger rise up my belly.

"Hi, Victor," Margaux waved casually. Most people in the city knew Victor because he was a famous, high-profile lawyer. Then, her sharp gaze turned toward me. 

"Oh, you are Victor’s wife." She gave me a fake smile. "My name is Margaux. I am the prime minister’s daughter."

Well, I had a name too.

"Seraphina," I said flatly. I refused to reach out my hand for a handshake. Just because she was the prime minister’s daughter, was that why they paid so much attention to her? 

Julian had just been toe-fucking my wet pussy in an open room a second ago, and I was pretty sure he would never dare do something so dirty to a girl like her. A toxic mixture of rage and sadness filled my chest. 

Was it all because I didn't come from a rich, influential family?

"Seraphina, what do you do aside from live off your husband’s wealth?" Margaux smiled sweetly. Before I could even process the insult, she moved over and sat directly on Julian’s lap.

He allowed her, his large hands resting casually on her hips.

I swallowed the bitter bile rising in my throat. If I uttered a single word right now, I would end up cussing her out in front of the entire elite crowd. She had clearly come to this table to cause trouble, and I wouldn't let her win. 

Hence, I looked away, staring hard at my plate.

"Oh, nothing?" she added with a mock gasp when I refused to speak.

The Knox brothers didn't defend my honor, and my husband didn't say a word either. But I wasn't expecting anything from them anyway. 

After all, I didn't have an influential family to protect me.

Just then, another figure stepped over to our VIP table. I raised my head, and my stomach turned over. It was Gideon. I was instantly taken back to the traumatic night I found him pinned against the corporate desk with Victor.

The duo shook hands and shared a tight side-hug like they weren't fucking each other behind closed doors. Instantly, I was entirely irritated.

"Seraphina, it is nice to meet you again," Gideon uttered, a polite smile on his face.

Oh no. Bastard. It was definitely not nice meeting you again!

I wanted to scream directly at his lying face, but I knew I would only be termed a lunatic by the high-society guests if I did. Rather than losing my mind, I forced myself to get to my feet, my chair scraping against the floorboards.

"I need to use the bathroom," I choked out.

With that, I turned on my heel and walked away as fast as my high heels could carry me. My head was spinning wildly, and my heart felt like it was going to explode inside my chest. 

How did I get into this messy trap? How could I escape? I really needed to escape this life.

I burst into the grand marble restroom, scrambled into the furthest stall, and sat down on the closed water closet. I pressed one shaking hand against my chest, leaning my head back against the cold wall. 

I just needed to go home right now. I didn't belong here among the heartless elite. Hot tears burned my eyes, and I finally allowed them to flow freely down my cheeks.

"Seraphine?"

A thick, deep manly voice suddenly called out through the quiet restroom. I rose to my feet instantly, my breath catching in my throat. It sounded like Adrian.

I frantically wiped the tears from my face, my heart hammering.

"Come out here right now," Adrian’s deep voice commanded from the other side of the stall door. "Or I will be forced to break down every single door until you do, Seraphine.” 

My heart jumped straight into my throat. Having absolutely no choice, I clicked the lock open and stepped out into the main restroom area. 

There he was, standing like an immovable stone wall in his black tuxedo. Damn, he was incredibly handsome. The dark, predatory glint in his eyes gave him even more of a dangerous edge. 

I hated that every single time I set eyes on even one of the Knox brothers, my body became completely heavy with raw sexual need.

"You don't seem to like your husband very much," Adrian said, stepping closer until his massive chest was nearly touching my breasts.

"I am married to him," I whispered, looking away from his piercing stare. His dark gaze was the kind that completely drew you in, making you forget your own name.

"I called him your husband, didn't I?" Adrian murmured, leaning down. "But I know what I saw out there. You don't like him. You need something else to satisfy that deep hunger inside you."

My cheeks flushed with a raging heat, yet I couldn't let him know what I was truly thinking. "I don't need anything from you," I spat, trying to sound firm.

"Yet, you dug our dildo deep into your wet cunt until you could no longer breathe last night," Adrian chuckled darkly, a wicked, knowing smirk spreading across his handsome lips.

What? My eyes went wide with pure horror. How did he know?

"I... I didn't do that," I lied, my voice trembling.

"The high-tech sensor signal on my phone says otherwise, Seraphine." Adrian casually reached into his tuxedo pocket, pulled out his phone, and tapped the screen, turning it toward my face. 

"Here. It shows the exact timestamp. It says you spilled your hot cum over our silicone shaft five consecutive times."

What?!

Before I could even process the deep embarrassment, Adrian closed up the remaining space between us completely, pinning me against the marble sink. "You really think you are smart, Seraphine? You think we wouldn't know exactly how to track your body and make you break?" His hot, thick breath was washing all over my face now.

I gasped softly. It wasn't because he was too close, but because I knew my body was too weak to push his massive frame away. He completely overshadowed me, and all my treacherous body wanted was to bare itself to his heavy weight. Oh no.

"You look incredibly flushed, Seraphine," he whispered. Adrian always called me ‘Seraphine’ instead of ‘Seraphina’ and honestly, I loved the way my name rolled out his tongue with the ‘e’ accent 

"Adrian..." I moaned out his name helplessly, my pussy giving a violent, heavy throb against my underwear.

"Tell me exactly what you want right now, and I will do it," he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous, deep vibration.

No way. My heart tugged hard in my chest, and something ominous yet thrilling dropped deep in my belly. A billionaire tycoon saying he would do anything for me right now? Was he joking, or was he entirely serious?

"Say it," Adrian commanded. His large, rough hand reached up, his fingers grabbing my jaw firmly to tilt my face up. Now that he was pressed flush against me, I could feel the long, rock-hard length of his thickened cock pressing directly against my lower belly through his trousers.

Did he actually want me as much as I wanted him? This was so wrong, so incredibly wrong, yet it was the only thing my starved body craved. He covered my small frame completely with his big body, his large, manicured hand sliding down to press firmly against my cheek. It felt so incredibly warm, the kind of deep, masculine warmth I had been yearning for for two long years.

"I can't..." I gasped out, my inner thighs shaking as his hard cock pressed firmly against my throbbing crotch.

Before Adrian could speak, the muffled sound of loud laughter and footsteps echoed from the hallway, heading straight toward the restroom door.

I gasped in pure panic. "No one can catch us like this!" I whispered frantically. I grabbed his muscular arm, pulling his massive frame backward into one of the narrow toilet stalls and clicking the lock shut just in time.

Adrian was absolutely giant. His broad shoulders and towering frame took over every single inch of the tiny stall, trapping me completely between his chest and the metal door. The lack of space made everything ten times worse. I could feel his hot, heavy breath scattering all over my face, and his large hand slid around to grip the small of my waist, squeezing my flesh.

I gasped, my nipples poking hard against the silk of my dress.

"You want me," Adrian whispered darkly into my ear. His hot tongue suddenly slid out, moving in slow, wet circles around the highly sensitive skin of my earlobe and neck, making me shudder. 

"You want my brothers and I to take you. Let us make you happy, Seraphine."

Goodness, I was completely doomed. How could I control myself now? His massive cock was so hard, pulsing with a heavy heat right against my thigh, and my hands were desperately tempted to reach down and hold the thick, hard shaft through his zipper.

My pussy was pulsating like a frantic drum, drowning in its own thick fluids, absolutely needing him inside of me. I wanted him to rip my gown open and start thrusting deep and hard until the stall shook. I couldn't control my own raw desire anymore. It felt like my body was going to burst into flames if he didn't touch me right now.