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 they could buy me. I made them earn me.
The auction block was cold beneath my knees, but their stares burned hotter—Damien’s dark hunger as he traced the curve of my hip with his gaze, Lucian’s wicked grin as he promised to ruin me, Nikolai’s growl as he called me his little queen like it was both a prayer and a threat.
They wanted a bride.
I gave them a war.
I tore up their contracts. Wrote my own. And when Nikolai dragged me into the dark, when Damien’s belt left welts on my skin, when Lucian’s lips sealed over the marks they made—I let them think they were in charge.
They weren’t.
Because the moment Nikolai knelt at my feet, the moment Damien’s rules bent to my touch, the moment Lucian’s games turned into my victory—I stopped being the prize.
I became the predator.
And predators don’t ask for what they want.
They take.
