Trigger Warnings: Polyamory, MMMF, BDSM (knife play, impact play, degradation, breath play, spanking), cheating kink, power play, forced orgasm denial, shared heroine, organized crime, bisexual MLS, and a dark erotica where she begs for more and so much filth you’ll need a cold shower.
They thought this was a game. They were right. But I set the stakes—and the stakes are me.
Three men. Three kings. Three sets of hands that had touched me, claimed me, ruined me—each convinced they could own me alone.
I let them believe it.
Until the night I tied them to my rules.
One challenge. One winner. One night to prove who could make me scream the loudest.
But the moment Damien’s belt cracked against my skin, the moment Lucian’s tongue traced the cum they left dripping down my thighs, the moment Nikolai’s growl vibrated against my throat as he pinned me down—I realized the truth.
They weren’t fighting for me.
They were fighting for each other.
And when the ropes came off, when the bets were called, when the lines between pleasure and possession blurred into something filthy and raw—I made my choice.
I wasn’t picking a winner.
I was keeping them all.
Because why choose one king…
When I could have the whole damn throne.
