Sera's POV
The quiet one wraps his hand around my throat. His palms are rough, his fingers warm, and my pulse is hammering against them so hard he has to feel it.
He’s bigger up close than I thought. I notice a jagged scar across his knuckles on the hand that’s choking me.
My p***y clenches looking at it, and I want to cut that reflex out of my body with a knife because I should not be getting wet from the hands of a man who helped zip-tie my husband to a chair.
He drops to his knees, shoves my thighs apart and puts his mouth on me without warning. A sudden gasp escaped me.
He starts sucking me, his tongue dragging through my p***y, through the c*m still leaking out of me from the leader, and the groan that comes out of him is low and animal.
He licks through me again, slower, collec
