Chapter 37 Scarlett

• Scarlett lay sprawled on the couch, her body slick with sweat and cum, chest heaving as aftershocks rippled through her core. Damian's weight lifted off her, his massive dick slipping free with a wet pop, leaving her pussy gaping and leaking their mixed loads onto the leather. She met his eyes, that dark charm pulling her in deeper, making her crave his control even as exhaustion tugged at her limbs. Vincent's words hung in the air—round two—and her pulse quickened, a mix of fear and thrill twisting in her gut. The office felt charged, the scent of sex thick, her submission to these older men, especially Damian, fueling the forbidden heat.
• Damian stood, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over her petite frame. He grabbed her wrist, yanking her up roughly. 'Not done yet, red. Time to really show you off.' His voice was gravelly, commanding, the age gap between them—his forty-seven years to her twenty-five—making her feel small, owned. She stumbled to her feet, legs wobbly, cum trickling down her thighs.
• He spun her around, fingers hooking into the remnants of her torn uniform. With quick, brutal tugs, he stripped her bare, blouse shreds falling away, skirt pooling at her ankles. Her red lace panties were long gone, so now she stood naked, vulnerable, her pale skin flushed, small breasts heaving, nipples hard from the cool air and lingering touches. Trembles ran through her body, exposed completely to their hungry gazes. Vincent whistled low, his sly grin sharpening. Khalid's intense eyes raked her from head to toe, his muscular chest rising faster.