Clara’s eyes widened, her voice catching as she stammered, “I-I should… what?”

“You heard him,” George murmured, leaning closer, his lips curling into a cruel smile as he savored each word. “You should strip.”

Clara’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around her wedding gown as if the fabric itself could shield her.

Parker chuckled darkly, tilting his head as his gaze swept over her trembling form. “Come on, sweetheart. You don’t really think we’ll fuck you while ...