All Chapters of OWNED BY FOUR BILLIONAIRES : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Aria’s POV I lay down, anticipating what he’ll do next. He slams again and he grunts. I love the sounds he's making. His hips pick up speed and force, bobbing me around on the bed underneath him as he fucks me hard and deep. I don’t take my eyes from him, my mouth open as I gasp and groan and take it all. “Fuck me,” I hiss. “Yes! Yes!” “You’re tight,” he says. “Really fucking tight. It feels fucking beautiful.” I don’t notice when Noah approaches, nudging Luca’s elbow aside enough to kneel at my head. His cock lands across my lips, and I moan as I open up enough to let him in. “Good girl,” he says as I suck on the end of his cock. One big dick in my pussy and another in my mouth, two pairs of eyes staring at me, two cocks hard for me. They are getting close, their thrusts more dramatic, the bed squeaking and creaking under the pressure. “Gonna come,” Noah growls. “Eat me up, baby, eat me fucking up.” I suck him in and scrape his dick with my teeth and he his

ARIA'S POV I walk into the hotel and it feels too nice for what I’m about to do. The receptionist doesn’t even ask who I am. She just smiles and says, “Room 2401, Miss Aria. They’re expecting you.” Of course they are. They paid for me. My bag feels heavier as I walk further inside. I’m doing this for my mom. This is for my mom. I repeat it all the way up in the elevator until it stops sounding like a lie. My hands are shaking when I knock on the door. Noah opens it. He’s already sweaty and shirtless. His eyes soften the second he sees me. “You came.” Luca is behind him on the couch, laptop closed. He stands up too. “Hey.” They both look at me with something tender in their eyes. “Hi,” I say, as my voice cracks. Noah steps aside. “Come in. What would you like to drink, water? Wine?” “Are you hungry? We ordered….” Luca starts. “I’m fine,” I say, cutting them off to avoid the small talk. I drop my bag by the door. My fingers go to the zipper of my dress befor

ELIAS'S POV The garage smells like oil and cold concrete. I’m on my knees next to my bike, rag in one hand and polish in the other, cleaning the same spot for 20 minutes. The engine is already spotless, but I can’t bring myself to go back upstairs. The sound of them having sex last night still haunts me. My jaw ticks at the memory of what they were up to last night. I don't know why it bugs me so much. It's their life. I stand up and wipe my hands on my jeans. Leaving the bike. I enter the elevator silently and it takes me up. My reflection in the doors looks like shit. Dark circles decorate my under eyes. Due to the lack of sleep. The doors open and I hear them instantly. I can hear Aria laughing and the sound of Luca’s voice teasing her. I walk in anyway. I turn the corner and see Luca has her pinned against the counter. One hand in her hair, the other on her waist. She’s laughing into his mouth but she’s kiss

Lena’s pov: The apartment is dead quiet tonight. I’m in my bedroom folding laundry alone. Noah and Luca left for Miami this morning for an investor meeting. They had offered for me to come with them, but I refused and told them I’d be fine. It was a lie. It's only 9pm and I’m already missing them so much. The bed feels too big and empty without them. I pick up one of Noah’s shirts and press it to my face. God. I'm pathetic. I drop the shirt, as my thighs start pressing together on their own. I hear Noah’s voice in my head. “Good girl.” I imagine Luca’s hands on my hips. “Look at me when you come.” Shit, I shouldn’t. But my hand slides under the waistband of my shorts anyway. I’m already extremely wet. It's embarrassing how fast my body reacts to just thinking of them. I put in one finger, and then two. I bite my lip to keep quiet. God this feels so good. The bedroom door slams open and Damian comes waltzing in. I scramble, yanking my s

Aria’s POV I can’t breathe. All three of them stand naked, waiting for me to decide. My chest is heaving and my thighs are still shaking. I can still feel them both inside me and the shame of it burns hotter than the pleasure did. I look between them and I’m torn. God, I’m so torn. If I pick Luca and Noah, I lose Damian. If I pick Damian, I lose the only two people who kind of love me. My throat closes up. So I do the only thing I can think of. I stand and walk to Damian first. He leans back, expectant, like he knew. I drop to my knees in front of him and kiss him. I taste myself on him and I hate it and I want more of it. His hand goes to the back of my head. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs against my mouth. Then I pull away and go to Noah. He’s still standing there, chest rising and falling. I grab his face and kiss him too. He kisses me back like he’s trying to memorize me. And then Luca. He doesn’t move until I’m right in front of him. I press my lips to