My Possessive Billionaire Boyfriends
I'm on my knees because they told me to kneel. Not because I have to—because I want to.
Because when Haruto's hand grips my hair and Marcus whispers "good girl" in my ear and Julian watches with those grey eyes that miss nothing, I feel more loved than I ever have alone.
Haruto pulls my head back, makes me look up at all three of them. "Whose are you?" he asks.
"Mine," Marcus answers first, running a thumb across my bottom lip.
"Ours," Julian corrects quietly, and the word settles in my chest like a heartbeat.
They take turns using my mouth,and my body.
Haruto is desperate and possessive, fucking my throat like he's still making up for six years of silence. Marcus holds my hand through it, sweet even when he's rough. Julian watches until he can't anymore, then joins, then takes over.
When they lay me on the bed and surround me—Haruto inside me, Marcus at my mouth, Julian whispering filthy praise in my ear—I understand.
This isn't about control. It's about being so completely theirs that nothing else matters.
Not even the woman who wants me dead.
But that's later. Right now, I have three men who love me, and I'm exactly where I belong. On my knees. On my back. In their arms.
Always.