~ELENA~

“Touch me now, I can't wait anymore,” I beg shamelessly.

And then…..everything changes.

For a moment, no one moves.

Three men… Three different kinds of hunger…

And me, sitting on the edge of the bed, bare, shaking, choosing all of them.

Nico reaches me first. He doesn’t ask permission. He never does.

His touch is impulsive, reckless, all heat and fire.

His fingers slide along my jaw, then down my throat, tracing the frantic beat beneath my skin.

He breathes out a trembling laugh….half relief, half disbelief.

“You’re killing me,” he whispers.

His thumb drags below my bottom lip, slow enough to make my breath hitch.

Then he leans...