"Okay gentlemen, my turn now." Dr Pierce cut in as Adrian and Marcus rammed into me simultaneously.
At his words, they pulled out, their eyes still blazing with hunger. I lay spent on the padded table, my wrists and ankles bound tight. My body still thrummed from Adrian and Marcus, but Pierce’s presence swallowed everything else as he approached.
He stood over me, his shirt unbuttoned, his silver eyes blazing with raw, unfiltered hunger. The air crackled with his intent, and I felt it in my bones— this was his moment.
“Untie her legs,” Pierce ordered, voice like a whip.
Marcus moved quick, loosening the ropes around my ankles. My thighs fell open, sore and trembling, my breath catching as Pierce stepped closer, his lean frame towering.
“You’re mine now,” he said, grabbing my hips and
