~Vivian~
My confidence had grown with every breath, every touch, every moment I spent in their presence. The notebook now rested on the bed beside me. I glanced up at the three men surrounding me, my heart racing with anticipation. Taking a deep breath, I finally spoke.
“I want to feel like a queen,” I said, my gaze flicking between them. “Worshipped by all three of you and I want to watch you all do it.”
The room went quiet for a beat. The men exchanged a look—silent communication passing between them in a way that only came from deep understanding. It was as if they were agreeing, without words, to set aside their individual dynamics and focus entirely on me.
Ian was the first to move. Of course, he was. His grin spread slowly across his face, mischievous and full of heat. He slipped
