Naomi's POV

"Are you insane?" I gasp, but he's already pulling me off the table and pushing me to my knees on the carpet. My legs are shaking so hard I can barely hold the position.

Cum is dripping down my body - from my face, my tits, between my legs - and I'm kneeling in the dining room covered in four men while my dad snores.

Vincent crouches in front of me and grips my chin. His eyes are calm, but there's something dark underneath, something that says he's not finished with me either. "One more round, sweetheart. Quick and dirty. You can take it."

"I can't," I whisper,...