His hands slid roughly beneath her dress, the fabric bunching as he claimed her full, round breasts.
They felt heavy and supple under his strong grip, and his palms pressed against her nipples, coaxing soft gasps from her lips.
He squeezed and kneaded with an unapologetic hunger, while his lips devoured the sensitive skin of her neck.
Each kiss felt like a brand, leaving her flesh tingling in its wake.
She arched her back, offering him more as a low moan escaped her throat.
Her legs parted instinctively, her body betraying the raw need that coiled within her.
Another man moved in closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
His warm breath sent shivers cascading down her spine as his fingers traced the length of her inner thigh, teasing the damp heat between her legs.
The pressure of his fingers against her clit was rough, relentless, dragging her into an uncontrollable frenzy.
She whimpered, her hips rolling to meet the motion as he worked her flesh with a precision that left her breathless.
Before she could fully process the intoxicating sensations, another man slid between her thighs.
His tongue left a fiery trail over her inner thigh, a prelude to the way he filled her in one deep, commanding thrust.
She cried out, her head falling back, her body caught in the push and pull of pleasure.
Her wrists were pinned above her head, her movements restricted as their hands and mouths claimed every inch of her.
One man tugged her nipple between his teeth, biting and sucking with a mix of pain and pleasure that left her crying out his name.
Another toyed with the sensitive bud of her clit, circling it with deliberate strokes that sent jolts of electricity through her core.
She rocked her hips wildly, meeting every thrust, every touch, every kiss.
Her body quivered as an orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave, her vision sparking with blinding white light.
She screamed, her voice raw as her climax shattered her into a million trembling pieces.
The room was a haze of heat and sweat, her body limp and tingling in the aftermath.
But the sound of a gunshot cut through her euphoria like a blade, shattering the fragile veil of bliss.
Her eyes flew open, her breath catching in her throat as she stared at the dark-suited men pouring into the VIP area of the club.
The two men who had been pleasuring her bolted, their footsteps pounding against the floor as they disappeared into the chaos.
She sat up quickly, her heart hammering in her chest. Her hands smoothed her dress back into place, and she reached for the shot glass on the table.
Tossing the fiery liquor down her throat, she licked her lips and stood, her posture defiant even as her pulse raced.
"Gentlemen," she purred, her voice dripping with mockery and seduction, "what a surprise."
The man who stepped forward was tall and broad-shouldered, his suit perfectly tailored to his imposing frame.
His eyes were dark, a storm brewing within them, and his movements were calculated, deliberate, and terrifying.
He stopped inches away from her, the heat of his body searing into hers as he grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair.
The sharp tug forced her head back, her breath catching as she met his smoldering gaze.
"Bitch," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, "you owe me money."