"On your knees, bitch," Riyaan's voice cut through the air like a knife, and she had no choice but to comply. The floor was cold and unforgiving, sending shivers through her as she knelt before the man she had once loved. He unzipped his pants with a flourish, revealing his erect cock.

John was the first to step forward, his leather-clad cock already dripping with pre-cum. He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to open her mouth. She tasted the leather of his glove as he slammed his cock down her throat, choking her. The sound of his zipper echoed in her ears, a metallic symphony of degradation.