Clara’s eyes widened, her voice catching as she stammered, “I-I should… what?”
“You heard him,” George murmured, leaning closer, his lips curling into a cruel smile as he savored each word. “You should strip.”
Clara’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around her wedding gown as if the fabric itself could shield her.
Parker chuckled darkly, tilting his head as his gaze swept over her trembling form. “Come on, sweetheart. You don’t really think we’ll f**k you while you’re still wearing your wedding dress, do you?”
Her breaths grew shallow and uneven as the men stood encircling her, their eyes gleaming with cruel intent. Slowly, she released her grip on the gown, balling her fists instead, nails biting into her palms as she shook her head in desperate denial.
“No… this can’t be happ
