The Center of the Room
The club’s private backroom was dead silent except for the heavy bass vibrating through the floorboards and the sound of my own shallow breathing.
I sat on the low, circular leather mattress positioned dead center in the room. The overhead spotlight was blinding, casting everything else into shadow, but I didn't need to see them to know they were there. I could hear the rustle of clothing, the low murmurs of shifting weight, and the distinct, intoxicating scent of a dozen dominant men surrounding the perimeter.
"Eyes on me, Chloe," a voice commanded from the dark. It was Marcus, the organizer.
I lifted my chin, my chest heaving against the tight straps of my sports bra. My hands were gripped firmly behind my back. I had signed away my rights to say no the second I crossed the threshold.
"Unzip it," Marcus ordered, stepping into the light. He wasn't alone. Behind him, three other massive shapes advanced, their focus locked entirely on my waiting frame. "Let's see how well you handle a real crowd."
The first pair of rough hands gripped my shoulders, pushing me flat against the leather. Before I could even catch my breath, a second man was anchoring my hips, and the room dissolved into a beautiful, overwhelming blur of hands, heat, and relentless, competitive stamina. I was completely outnumbered, completely outmatched, and exactly where I wanted to be...
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