Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Chapter 6
Evelynn
I’m sitting at my desk, and once again, I can’t believe that happened. That client was mad enough to hurt to me. Thankfully, I had the men to protect me―or were they just protecting me? It suddenly feels as though they have ulterior motives.
Yes, of course they were. I sigh. Why am I being paranoid?
Looking around my office, I realize that I need a break.
Scarlet is busy tonight, but…hmm. The VIP room is secure, and I won’t be bothered there. Well, not unless I want company.
All the attention, the hugs, and stroking of my hair has me a bit frustrated―or maybe sexually charged might be the better term.
More than anything, I just need to catch my breath.
Unfortunately, I don’t think I can relax in this office. Not when all ten guys keep coming back to check on me here, claiming they want to make sure I’m okay.
I head straight for the VIP room.
Two minutes into my alone time, the boys are back. Pulling me into yet another hug, Gustav whispers in my ear, “Evelynn, are you sure there’s nothing else we can do for you?”
That’s when I hear it. He’s offering me something sexual, but without coming right out and saying the words.
And even though I tell myself I need to ignore the way that makes a delicious shiver race through my body, I hear the words coming out of my mouth as if of their own accord:
“You’ve all done so much already. I hope you know how much I appreciate you. I do feel as though I owe you something.”
My words hint at something, but do they catch on? Or do they overlook the suggestion I’m making? I might be somewhat innocent, but I am a woman.
Being a virgin, this is all new to me. I wonder for a moment if they all see me as a conquest? This inexperienced woman they want to make dirty…or do they just want to have my name etched under the notches on their belt?
I’ve saved my V-card this long; I don’t want to just give it up because it needs to be taken. That would be a waste of a perfectly good cherry.
I lick my lips, my mouth going suddenly dry as I become increasingly excited by what their stares are doing to me. I find each of them attractive in their own way. Of course, the twins look the same, but there’s something deliciously filthy when I think about them being brothers.
Robin is right there with his twin. His charm is undeniably enticing. “Let us help you, Evelynn. Help release a little of that pent-up frustration.”
At first, I wonder what they mean, but I quickly realize that they’re all in on this. Their eyes are dark with lust. Holy fuck. Each of the five sets of twins wants to be a part of this little session.
Sounds from around the club echo through the walls, sending shivers up and down my spine. I love this club, but I also have a bit of fear as well. Not of the club, but―well, will I be able to do what is needed of me?
I close my eyes. The place is spinning. My panties get wetter as I feel each one of the ten men approaching me.
My eyes open to find the ten men circling me like prey. It’s the scene from a documentary where the beast claims the mate.
I hear them talking about my condition. They make it sound like being a virgin is like some kind of a disease.
Brandon laughs, then suggests to the rest of the men: “We should show her what she’s been missing!”
After he says that, Brandon motions for Drew to bring over a chair for me to have a seat. I’m still in the dark about this, but I have a feeling that I’m about to be enlightened.
I don’t fight it. I don’t want to fight it. Sitting, I place my hands on my lap and wait. For what, I don’t yet know. But I’m sure I’m about to witness something wild.
One by one, the men undress.
My heart starts beating wildly. I think I might be trembling. And I am definitely, definitely sopping wet.
They are incredible. All tall and tan with eight-pack abs. And their cocks…oh my fucking god.
They all have at least 12-inch cocks. Thick, throbbing man meat.
It would be rude to let my jaw drop, but I do. I can’t help the awe in my expression. It’s hard not to be a window shopper in a meat market.
I cover my mouth, shocked. “Oh my god! How the hell is it possible for all of you to look this amazing?”
My words are met with laughter from the peanut gallery. They all find it funny that I’m shocked.
Finn is the first one to reply to my comment. “You don’t think we could work here if we looked any other way, right?”