Claimed by the Trillionaires (Menage for Mankind Book 5) by Ella Mansfield

back, rocking herself against him.  "I need you to move, Trystan!"
    He caught her hips in his hands and started fucking her hard and fast, like he knew she liked it.  She climaxed almost immediately.  He stopped while she shuddered around him.  "More?"
    "More!" Sarah never wanted him to stop. 
    He resumed his fast hard pace, feeling her clench around him again and again.  When he finally spilled his seed inside her, she shuddered and collapsed onto the bed.  He lay down beside her, pulling her back to his front and just stroking her. 
    "Sarah?"
    Sarah blinked, already half asleep.  "Hmm?"
    "I'm taking off your blindfold now."
    Sarah didn't respond.  She'd forgotten she was wearing it.  What must he think of her?  She was a wanton woman.  She was sure the men would send her back.  She was defective.  They would want someone else.

Chapter Eight
     
     
    When Sarah woke again, she realized she was alone.  She climbed from the bed, and pulled a robe over her, realizing she had no other clothes to wear.  Her jumpsuit had been left at the Coliseum and the dress she'd worn for her auction was nowhere to be seen.
    She wandered out of the room, looking for food.  She didn't remember ever being so hungry.  She shook her head.  Her whole life she'd thought that being wealthy meant having food, and here she was, married to four trillionaires, and she hadn't eaten in almost twenty-four hours.  All the exercise and lack of food would be good for her figure, though!
    She wandered around the suite, looking for the kitchen, not even certain if there was one.  She'd not seen much of the suite the night before, because the men had been too eager to get her to a bed. 
    She shook her head.  Even if she could only admit it to herself, she had to admit she'd been just as eager as they were.  Every single time they'd taken her, she'd been desperate for it.  What was wrong with her?  She knew she was pleasing them, but was it normal for a woman to be so needy?
    She found the kitchen, spotting one of the men at the stove with his back to her.  He had dark hair, which all but Jaron did.  His skin was white, though, so she knew it was either Trystan or Houston.  She hoped it was Houston, even though her feelings were strong for Trystan.  After the way she'd behaved, she wasn't sure she could face Trystan again just yet.
    "I'm starving," she said to whichever of the men it was. 
    The man turned, his eyes growing wide as he stared at her.  He focused on her nipples which were taut under the robe she wore.  "I'll find you something to eat," he said when he finally found his voice.  "I'm Brice's personal chef, Franklin."
    Sarah tied the belt of her robe tighter, wishing she had something more modest to wear.  She didn't like wearing so little around a man other than one of her husbands.  "Please," she said quietly.  "Do you know where any of the men are?"
    The chef finally tore his eyes away from her.  "They're in the living area watching some clips of the Minneapolis Mighties practicing."
    Sarah had no idea who the Minneapolis Mighties were, but she nodded as if she did.  "Where is it?"
    "Oh, I forget you just arrived."  He led her out of the kitchen and down a hall, indicating a door.  "Just through there, Miss."
    Sarah opened the door, walking up behind the couch where three of her husbands sat watching something on a large screen.  Jaron was standing off to the side of the room, his attention on his phone.
    She stood for a moment, watching what was on the screen.  The men on the screen were lined up in two rows.  The men on the right called out all as one, "Red Rover, Red Rover, let number three come over!"
    A man with a three on his shirt broke away from the other line, zig-zagging back and forth as if his next move was of utmost importance.  Finally, he ran right between two men who had their hands locked together.  They used their hands to fling him backward, knocking him onto his ass on the ground.