Serena’s POV
I stumbled out of the VIP suite, as my heart raced like it was trying to break free from my chest.
The door clicked shut behind me, shutting the sultry music and the moans that had filled the room that were now raining into my brain.
My black lace bodysuit felt like it was burning my skin, every inch of it a reminder of the chaos I’d just witnessed.
The VIP’s electric touch, her whispered invitation to “join us,” the tangle of naked bodies. It was all too much.
The blonde’s gasps, the redhead’s relentless tongue, the pink-haired woman’s desperate kisses… I shook my head, trying to clear the fog of arousal and discomfort that clung to me.
The hallway stretched out, dimly lit and pulsing with the club’s bassline, each step feeling like I was wading through quicksand.
