Sloane's POV

In less than a minute, the third orgasm crashes through me like a violent storm.

I’m still impaled on Viktor’s thick cock, back pressed against his chest as he fucks me from below in his office chair. The vibrator buzzes mercilessly against my swollen clit while the silver clamps bite into my aching nipples.

Viktor doesn’t stop. His hips keep driving up into me, grinding against that devastating spot deep inside while the pleasure compounds into something almost too intense to bear.

My vision whites out. My thighs shake violently, and a sob escapes me.

“You owed me another orgasm. Give me the last one, Sloane,” he growls...