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SERAPHINA

"Victor! What the hell is this?!" I screamed, my voice exploding into the air.

Only then did Gideon finally force himself out of Victor's grip, scrambling to pull up his trousers with shaking hands. 

But Victor didn't even look ashamed. He slowly stood up from the sofa, entirely naked, as a cold, mocking smirk spread across his sharp features. I wished with everything inside me that I could smack it right off his face.

"Oh, shut up, Seraphina!" Victor roared back, his voice dripping with pure venom as he stepped onto the expensive rug. 

"You think I don't know what happened yesterday? You think I didn't see the way that bastard Adrian was fucking your mind in the restroom at the party?!"

I stepped back, my jaw dropping in utter shock. 

"What?!"

"You completely disgraced me in front of Margaux!" Victor hissed, stepping directly into my personal space with his fists clenched tightly.

“You couldn't even do your dirty, slutty things far away from where the elite crowd could see your disgraceful acts! This is your payback, wife. From this day onward, I will have sex with whoever I want in this house, and you will sit right there and watch!"

"You are absolutely mad!" I screamed back, tears of pure, scorching rage streaming down my flushed face. 

"Who is the one who cheated first?! Who is the one fucking his business partner for years?! You are a gay man who only married me to protect your career and your high-society identity! You dare stand here and claim that I am the bad one?!"

The sheer, sickening hypocrisy of his words made my brain completely fracture. I couldn't take another single second of this toxic prison.

"I want a divorce, Victor," I spat, my voice shaking with absolute venom. Goodness, I hated him so much. I hated him with every ounce of my being! "I need a divorce right now."

Victor paused for a fraction of a second, and then he burst into a loud, cruel laugh that echoed mockingly off the high ceilings of the foyer.

"A divorce? With what money, Seraphina? We both know you don't have a single dime to your name. You leave me, and your mother’s hospital bills go completely unpaid by tomorrow morning. You are trapped here. And your sister? Don't even get me started on her!" His mocking laughter was the absolute final straw. Completely annoyed, broken, and suffocated, I turned around on my heel, grabbed my car keys from the floor, and bolted out of the house into the dark night.

I drove blindly through the city streets, the blurry glare of streetlights mixing with my tears until I spotted the glowing neon sign of The Electric Lounge. 

I just needed to drown the pain. I marched straight past the bouncers and headed for the bar, ordering shot after shot of raw tequila.

The burning liquid tore down my throat, but it did absolutely nothing to soothe the raging fire inside my chest. Within an hour, my vision was completely blurred, and the thumping club music suddenly became unbearably louder, vibrating straight through my bones.

I stumbled onto the crowded dance floor, my body moving wildly and mindlessly against the sweaty crowd. The heavy consumption of alcohol had made me incredibly, unbearably horny. The deep, throbbing ache between my legs returned with a violent vengeance. My pussy was pulsating so hard it felt like actual physical torture, and sex felt like the only thing that could make me forget the abomination of tonight.

Suddenly, a strange man with sharp eyes stepped up right behind me. He wrapped his large, unfamiliar hands around my waist, pulling my hips back hard against his crotch as we moved to the heavy bass.

"You look like you are hurting, gorgeous," the stranger whispered darkly in my ear, his breath smelling of stale beer. 

"Come on... let's get out of here. I can take all your pain away. I can fuck you so good you'll forget your own name."

He began to guide my weak body toward the exit hallway, fully intending to take me back to his place for a raw, mindless one-night stand. 

He shoved me back against the wall of the dim, red-lit hallway, his heavy body leaning over mine as his hands reached down to tear aggressively at my skirt.

But the moment he leaned in to press his mouth against mine, my drunk, broken mind completely fractured.

I didn't see the stranger’s face at all. In the flashing red lights of the club, all I could vividly see were the three Knox brothers. 

I saw Adrian’s dark, commanding eyes staring down at me. I saw Julian’s silver-toothed smirk mocking my desperate state. I saw Sebastian’s deadpan, serious face waiting coldly for my complete submission.

The visualization was too heavy, too intense. The mere thought of any other man touching my starved body made a massive wave of pure revulsion crash over me.

"No! Get off me!" I shrieked, using every ounce of my drunk strength to shove the confused stranger violently away from my body.

I stumbled out of the club into the cool night air, my head spinning wildly. I couldn't go back to Victor’s house, and my body was entirely consumed by a raging, white-hot lust that demanded to be satisfied. I needed the only thing that could match the dark, heavy depth my pussy was craving.

I got back into my car and drove erratically toward the Knox corporate building. Since I was their secretary, I still had the master electronic keycard to the executive floors tucked inside my bag.

The massive corporate building was dark and empty as I stepped out of the private elevator onto the top floor. 

I swiped my card against the scanner, the heavy glass doors of the inner office clicking open with a soft, electronic beep.

I stumbled into the dim room, the bright moonlight streaming beautifully through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. I didn't waste a single second. I rushed straight to the luxury cabinet Sebastian had pointed out earlier that morning. He had said I would come back for it. I absolutely hated that he was entirely right.

My hands shook violently as I pulled open the heavy wooden drawer. There it was. The thick, heavy, eight-inch black silicone dildo, gleaming dangerously in the dark moonlight.

I grabbed the heavy toy, a sob of pure, helpless desperation escaping my lips. I didn't even bother to lock the inner office door. 

I collapsed straight onto the expensive leather sofa in the middle of the room, tearing my rumpled skirt and completely soaked underwear off my body.

My core was overflowing, a thick, scalding torrent of slick fluids covering my inner thighs. I spread my legs wide on the smooth leather cushions, raised my hips high, and drove the massive, blunt head of the black dildo straight into my aching, starved cunt.

"Ah!" I screamed into the empty corporate office, my vision going totally black as the massive shaft stretched me wide open, filling the lonely space inside me as I frantically began to ride the toy in the dark.

The thick silicone moved in and out of my wetness with a loud, squelching friction. It was elongating me completely, the heavy eight inches hitting my cervix with a brutal perfect force that made my entire frame shake.

"Yes... Oh god, yes," I whimpered shamelessly, gripping the leather sofa arm as my legs began to twitch and shake violently under the sheer size of the toy.

The intense pleasure was entirely overwhelming, far too deep for my body to handle. With every frantic thrust of my hand, my toes curled tightly and my eyes rolled backward into my head. 

I visualized Adrian’s heavy hands pinning my waist, Julian’s voice calling me Secretary, and Sebastian’s deep murmur calling me Baby doll as the silicone stretched my walls to their absolute limit, sending my trembling body.

I needed them. 

I needed all three of them badly so it felt like an intense hunger that would devour me if I didn't satisfy it!