Elara’s back was pressed against the locked door, her heart hammering so hard she could feel it in her throat. The three men surrounding her, her father’s best friends looked at her like wolves who had finally caught their prey after years of waiting.
Ryker’s hand was still between her thighs, two thick fingers slowly pumping in and out of her soaked p***y. "Look at you," he growled, voice low and filthy. "Daddy’s precious little girl dripping all over my fingers. You have any idea how many nights I’ve jerked my c**k thinking about ruining this tight cunt?"
Elara moaned softly, her hips rocking against his hand despite the voice in her head screaming that this was dangerous. These men were her father’s closest friends. Powerful. Ruthless. And now they had her trapped.
"I… I shouldn’t be
