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
Hot Chapters