Claimed by Three Billionaires

Chapter 6 — Julian’s POV

I had desired her for years, and God, the wait had been worth every moment. Selene’s body seemed made to fit mine perfectly, and before I knew it we had moved from a gentle sway to a night of absolute passion.

The rhythmic movement of our bodies made the mattress beneath us resonate, as if marking the tempo of each surrender. Selene’s initial hesitance had melted away, replaced by a devotion that drove me mad. Still, she’d been firm about one thing: I was not touching her breasts. That small barrier, far from annoying me, made me smile. I was aware both belonged to Theo, until she decided to stop nursing him. And though her refusal set a limit, it also revealed something sacred: Selene was a woman and a great mother, and I desired her in both guises with equal intensity.

“Don’t stop…” she begged in a broken moan, her nails digging into my shoulders.

Those words were all it took to ignite me. I leaned over her, capturing her mouth with mine in a hungry kiss, and obeyed with the ferocity her plea demanded. My rhythm grew rougher, more commanding, driving into her with the certainty that each movement drew another shudder from her lips.

There was no tenderness in my force, but there was absolute devotion to her pleasure. Each thrust was both claim and offering, a reminder that I had waited too long to hold back now. I heard her moan beneath me, vibrating with every strike of my hips, and her response fed the control I was losing.

“Do you like it like this?” I asked, my voice rough, feeling her body shudder beneath mine.

Selene, flushed to the roots of her hair, barely nodded.

That gesture was not enough. My dominion wanted more. I increased the force of my movements and growled into her ear, “I want to hear it from your mouth. Do you like it?”

She averted her gaze, surrendered and ashamed at the same time.

“Y-yes…” she whispered, voice broken.

But rather than satisfy me, her evasion stoked my need for control. I brought a hand to her face and forced it to turn toward me, to meet me.

“Answer me, look me in the eyes, love.”

Her pupils met mine, no longer able to flee. Her lips trembled, and at last she yielded.

“I like it, Julian…” she admitted, shattered and aflame.

A satisfied smile curved my lips. I removed my hand from her face and slid it down to her hips, holding her there with a firm grip. Still, she did not turn away.

“That’s not fair…” she panted, reproaching me gently.

I laughed low, my voice vibrating between us.

“It’s more than fair.”

Then I shifted her with a precise movement, lifting her easily and seating her astride me. Surprised by my strength, Selene wrapped her legs around my hips, looking at me with a mix of disbelief and desire.

“You’re crazy…” she whispered, trembling against me.

I looked at her without dropping my smile, without the slightest trace of regret.

“You have no idea.”

I took her with a roughness born of years held in check, dominating her the way I’d always dreamed. Every movement was a claim, a reminder that she was mine now. Yet amid the gasps and the pounding, I glanced at the clock on the bedside.

“How much time do we have before Theo wakes?” I asked, not pausing the motion of my body.

She pressed herself closer, burying her face in my neck.

“He’ll probably sleep until morning…”

A fierce smile curved my lips.

“Perfect…” I murmured against her ear. “Then we still have a couple of hours.”

The night became a whirlwind of passion. I traced her with my hands as if I wanted to memorize every curve of her skin, every tremor I drew from her under my control. I kissed her, marked her with my desire, and took her again and again, until her body yielded, spent against mine.

At last, Selene lay curled against my chest, calm after the storm we had unleashed. Her even breathing contrasted with the fire that still burned within me. I wrapped my arms around her, claiming her even in the silence, until I felt something shift: a small tremor, an unease that broke her peace.

“Are you okay?” I asked quietly, leaning to look into her eyes.

She took a moment to answer. Her voice, soft and vulnerable, cut me like a blade.

“I always thought you hated me…”

Hate her? How could I hate the person I loved most?

“Do you mean because of the childish jokes I did to you when we were kids?” I asked cautiously.

Silence thickened between us, almost unbearable. The discomfort hovered, and before I could say more she slid from beside me and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I talk of the teasing and the harassment,” she replied in a thin voice. She would not look at me; she turned her back, and that distance pierced me like a dagger. When she added, with a broken sigh, “I shouldn’t have let this happen…” the world tilted beneath me.

She covered her face with her hands, and for a moment I thought she would cry. Instead she shook her head, denying it with despair.

“What on earth was I thinking?” she whispered, more to herself than to me.

I rose immediately and held her before she could slip further away.

“I never hated you,” I said simply, without circumlocution.

I wouldn’t let her go. I wouldn’t allow the absurd cruelties of the past to steal our chance. Not when it was obvious there was something between us that made us perfect for each other.

“Just let me explain,” I begged.

I knew we could work it out—I simply knew it. But when I finally caught her gaze I realized it would not be easy. In her eyes there was old pain, invisible scars that need to be heal.

“Explain what happened to Nathan first,” she said suddenly, with a sharpness that surprised me. “Did he send you or not? Stop avoiding it.”

“Love—” I tried to soften, but she cut me off immediately.

“Don´t call me love Julian. Before tonight you never called me that. If I remember correctly, to you I was just a scrawny ugly girl.”

Her words struck like a blow. Memory returned images I had tried to bury: Grayson, Ethan and I mocking her with cruelty masked as games, when all we wanted was to get her attention. We had made the worst mistake: hurting the one person who mattered most to us.

And now I understood it would be much harder than I had thought to convince her that she belonged to me as much as I belonged to her. Especially when she discovered the truth… that Nathan never sends me for her, and that, in reality, I had engineered her coming to my side by routes she could not imagine. Because I hadn’t merely gone to rescue her from the shelter; I had gone much further to ensure she would make it from Italy to me.