Shared by the Billionaire and His Rival (SSPG)

I gripped the edge of the cold mahogany desk, my knuckles white. My reflection in the glass looked like a ghost pale, trembling, and trapped. Behind me, the click of a designer lighter echoed. The scent of sandalwood and expensive tobacco drifted toward me, followed by the heat of a body that didn't need to touch me to make me shiver.

"Bakit ka tumitigil sa tapat ng bintana, Elira? Natatakot ka ba sa taas ng Makati o sa talim ng titig ko?"

Zayden’s voice was a low, melodic threat. I felt his presence loom, a predator closing the distance.

"Zayden, alam mong hindi ang taas ang nagpapakaba sa akin," I whispered, my voice hitching as I felt the warmth of his breath against the nape of my neck. "Ang ingay ng siyudad sa ibaba... parang hinihigop ang lahat ng hangin dito sa loob ng opisina mo."

"Liar." He stepped closer, his chest grazing my back. The fine wool of his suit felt like a brand. 

"Ramdam ko ang panginginig ng mga balikat mo habang nakatingin ka sa mga ilaw. Hindi ang siyudad ang problema, kundi ang presensya ko sa likod mo. And the fact that you know exactly why you’re here."

He was right. I was the collateral for a debt my father couldn’t pay, a pawn in a game of corporate chess that had turned into something much darker. 

Suddenly, the heavy double doors of the office swung open. The sound of leather boots on the polished marble floor cut through the tension. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. The air changed sharper, more aggressive.

"Baka naman dahil alam niyang hindi lang ikaw ang naghihintay sa kanya rito, Zayden. Masyado kang kampante sa teritoryo mo."

Lucian Drake Salazar. Zayden’s greatest rival. The man who had spent the last decade trying to burn the Villareal empire to the ground. Seeing them in the same room was like watching two storms collide.

"Lucian," Zayden’s tone turned ice-cold. He didn't move away from me; instead, he draped a heavy arm around my waist, pulling me back against him. "Hindi ko alam na mahilig ka palang pumasok nang walang katok sa opisina ng kalaban mo. Akala ko ba ay nasa kabilang building ka lang, nagbibilang ng talo mo para sa buwang ito?"

"Kalaban?" Lucian laughed, a harsh, grating sound that made my skin crawl. He stopped just a few feet away, his eyes raking over me with a hunger that was far from professional. 

"Akala ko ba ay pirmahan na ito ng kasunduan natin? Ang merger na matagal nating pinag-uusapan, Villareal. At alam nating dalawa na hindi lang shares ng kumpanya ang nakataya rito."

I looked between them, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. "Lucian, anong ginagawa mo rito? Zayden, sabi mo... sabi mo tayong dalawa lang ang mag-uusap tungkol sa utang ng pamilya ko."

"Huwag kang titingin sa kanya nang ganyan, Elira," Zayden hissed, his grip tightening on my hip. "Lumapit ka sa akin. Hayaan mong maramdaman ni Lucian kung gaano ka kalapit sa pag-aari ko."

"Pag-aari? Napaka-archaic mo naman, Zayden," Lucian stepped into my line of sight. He reached out, his gloved hand catching my chin and forcing me to look at him. His eyes were dark, swirling with a sadistic kind of glee. 

"Sa mundong ito, ang nagmamay-ari ay ang huling taong nakakahawak. At sa tingin ko, mas gusto ni Elira ang hawak na hindi sumasakal, kundi nagpapaliyab."

"Bitawan mo ang braso ko, Lucian!" I tried to pull away, but I was sandwiched between them—the immovable wall of Zayden and the crushing force of Lucian. "Nagkakagulo na kayong dalawa. Hindi ako bahagi ng negosasyon niyo."

"Mali ka, Elira," Zayden’s voice was right in my ear, his lips brushing the lobe. "Ikaw ang sentro ng negosasyon. Ang pirma ni Lucian sa merger na ito ay kapalit ng isang gabi. Isang gabi na kasama ka... at kasama ako."

The world seemed to tilt. "Nabubaliw na ba kayo? Zayden, karibal mo siya! Halos sirain niyo ang isa't isa sa bawat bidding sa Makati, tapos ngayon... ganito?"

"Doon ka nagkakamali, sweet Elira," Lucian said, his thumb grazing my lower lip, pulling it down to reveal the damp pink flesh. "Mas masarap talunin ang kalaban kung alam mong pati ang pinakaingat-ingatan niyang hiyas ay kaya niyang ibahagi sa iyo para lang sa kapangyarihan."

"Hindi kita ibinabahagi, Elira," Zayden countered, his hand sliding up from my waist to the swell of my breast, his touch possessive and rough. "Pinatutunayan ko lang kay Lucian na kahit dalawa kami, ako pa rin ang susundin mo. Halika rito. Ngayon din."

Before I could protest, Zayden spun me around and shoved me toward the large mahogany desk. I stumbled, my thighs hitting the edge. Lucian was there in a second, his hands locking onto my waist to steady me—or perhaps to keep me from running.

"Turn her around, Lucian," Zayden commanded, his voice thick with authority. 

"Gusto kong makita ang mukha niya habang nararamdaman ka niya sa likod at ako sa harap. I want to see how her eyes roll back when we both touch her at the same time."

"With pleasure." Lucian’s voice was a growl. He forced me to face Zayden, pressing my back against his own hard chest. 

I gasped as I felt the contrast. Zayden’s hands were cold as he began to unbutton my silk blouse, his movements methodical and dominant. Behind me, Lucian’s hands were searing hot, sliding under my skirt, his fingers kneading the flesh of my thighs.

"Zayden... Lucian... please..." I whimpered.

"Please what, Elira?" Zayden’s eyes locked onto mine. He ripped the last two buttons, the sound of thread snapping loud in the quiet room. He pushed the fabric off my shoulders, exposing my lace bra to the dim office lights. 

"Sabihin mo kung anong gusto mo. Do you want the man who owns your debt, or the man who wants to steal you away?"

"I... I can't think..." I gasped as Lucian’s teeth grazed the sensitive cord of my neck.

"Then don't think. Just feel," Lucian muttered against my skin. He reached around, his hands covering mine on the desk, pinning them down. "Ramdam mo ba ang panginginig mo, Elira? It’s not fear anymore. It’s hunger."

Zayden leaned in, his mouth devouring mine in a kiss that tasted of scotch and dominance. It was a battle for territory. While Zayden claimed my mouth, Lucian’s hands migrated upward, his fingers hooked into the waistband of my undies, pulling them down with a single, ruthless tug.

"Ah!" I cried out into Zayden’s mouth. 

The cold air of the office hit my bare skin, followed immediately by the suffocating heat of the two men. Zayden pulled back, a string of saliva connecting us. He looked down at where Lucian’s dark hands were exploring me, the contrast of his tan skin against my pale thighs a visual assault.

"Look at the view, Elira," Zayden whispered, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at the glass. "Look at Makati. Habang ang buong mundo ay nagtatrabaho sa ibaba, ikaw ay naririto, sinasamba ng dalawang lalaking kinatatakutan ng lahat."

"Samba??" I choked out, even as my body betrayed me, my core aching and slick.

"Does it matter?" Lucian’s voice was ragged. He hoisted me up, sitting me onto the cold, hard surface of the desk. My legs fell open instinctively. "Dahil sa sandaling ito, wala kang ibang mundong kilala kundi ang kamay namin."

Zayden stepped between my knees, his trousers already discarded. The sight of his length, thick and pulsing, made my breath hitch. He didn't wait. He guided himself to my entrance, the tip teasing my wetness. 

"Zayden, wait—"

"No more waiting," he growled. He lunged forward, burying himself inside me in one deep, punishing stroke.

"AHHH! Zayden!" I screamed, my back arching off the desk. The fullness was overwhelming, a blunt force that stretched me to my limits. 

Behind me, Lucian didn't stay idle. He leaned over, his chest pressing into my back, his hands reaching around to catch my breasts, squeezing them in time with Zayden’s thrusts. 

"Ang higpit, Elira. You’re clenching around him like you’re afraid he’ll leave."

"Lucian... help... hnnngh!" I sobbed, my head tossing back onto Lucian’s shoulder.

"I'll help you," Lucian whispered darkly. He shifted, his hand moving down to find the small, sensitive pearl of my heat that Zayden’s friction was already punishing. He began to circle it with a rough, calloused thumb.

The dual sensation was a sensory overload. Zayden was a rhythmic, pounding weight inside me, his hands gripping my hips so hard I knew there would be bruises by morning. Lucian was the fire at my center, his fingers working me with a cruel expertise.

"Ungol pa, Elira," Zayden commanded, his face flushed, sweat dripping from his brow onto my chest. "Isigaw mo ang pangalan namin. I want the security outside those doors to know exactly who is breaking you."

"Z-Zayden! Ahhh, Lucian... dyan... please!" I was lost. The office, the debt, the rivalry—it all dissolved into the friction and the heat. 

Zayden’s thrusts became faster, more desperate. He was hitting my cervix with every strike, a dull ache that sent sparks of white light across my vision. "You’re mine," he panted, his voice breaking. "Kahit anong pirmahan natin ni Lucian, sa akin ang bawat hininga mo."

"Not tonight," Lucian countered, his voice a low rumble against my spine. He suddenly pulled my upper body back, forcing me to lie flat on the desk while Zayden continued to pump into me. Lucian moved to my side, his own hardness pressing against my hip. 

"Tonight, you belong to the chaos."

Lucian replaced his fingers with his tongue, leaning down between my legs even as Zayden continued his assault. The feeling of Zayden’s heat inside and Lucian’s wet, flickering tongue outside sent me over the edge.

"Oh god! I'm... I'm going to—!"

"Don't you dare close your eyes," Zayden hissed, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head. "Tingnan mo ako, Elira. Look at what we’re doing to you."

I looked. I saw Zayden’s predatory gaze, the way his muscles corded with every movement. I felt Lucian’s desperate hunger as he drank from me. The pleasure was a tidal wave, crashing over me, pulling the air from my lungs.

"ZAYDEN! LUCIAN!" I screamed, my body convulsing. My walls clamped down on Zayden, triggering his own release. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound as he buried his face in my neck, filling me with a searing heat. 

At the same moment, Lucian’s thumb applied the perfect, final pressure. I shattered. My vision went white, my voice failing as I slumped against the mahogany, my heart racing so fast it felt like it might stop.

The only sounds were the rain against the glass and our collective, ragged breathing. Zayden didn't pull out immediately; he stayed heavy and warm inside me, his forehead resting against mine. Lucian stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes still dark and unsatisfied.

"One night, Villareal," Lucian said, his voice regaining its corporate edge, though his breath was still short. "That was the deal."

Zayden lifted his head, a smirk playing on his lips despite the exhaustion. He looked down at me broken, messy, and marked by both of them. 

"Isang gabi, Lucian," Zayden agreed, his hand stroking my damp hair away from my forehead. "Pero tingnan mo siya. Do you really think she can ever go back to being just a Calderon after this? She’s tasted the dark, and she’s not going to want the light anymore."

I looked at the two menthe rivals who had just shared me like a trophy. The Makati skyline twinkled outside, indifferent to the wreckage inside the room. 

"Inyo ako..." I whispered, the words tasting like ash and honey. "Inyong-inyo ako."

"Good girl," they said in unison, the sound chilling and beautiful all at once.