Claimed by Three Billionaires

Chapter 10 – Selene’s POV

I knew Julian hadn’t liked Grayson’s visit, no matter how hard he tried to pretend otherwise. It was obvious: the tightness in his jaw and the way he looked away when Grayson said goodbye with that smile that could win any woman and as soon as he announced he was going back to the office, he made sure Grayson left with him… as if he needed to keep him away from me.

When he returned at night, he didn’t want to have dinner. The moment he walked into the penthouse, he went straight up to his study. I pretended to be asleep, but the charged silence that filled the place kept me wide awake.

It was two in the morning when I saw him standing at my bedroom door, watching me. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His presence alone was enough to make my breathing falter. Julian was hypnotic, magnetic… and I hadn’t forgotten the way he made me feel when I was in his arms.

“Rough day?” I whispered, even though I already knew exactly what was eating at him.

He didn’t answer. He crossed the room with slow, deliberate steps. Before touching me, he turned on Theo’s baby monitor—as if to remind me that even in the middle of his storm, he knew what mattered to me. Then he wrapped his arms around me, possessive, intense enough to make my skin prickle and my body heat in an instant.

As if he’d read my mind, his mouth found mine without warning, devouring me with a hunger that left no room for words. He lifted me effortlessly and carried me to his room, moving as if each step had been carved into his body long before he reached me. He wanted to repeat what had happened the night before. I felt it. I know it.

“Julian…” I whispered, searching for his gaze.

But he only held me tighter, laying me down on his bed as he slid my robe off my shoulders. His voice came out low, rough, heavy with everything he didn’t want to say aloud.

“I want to lose myself in your skin… instead of talking about what’s really eating me alive.”

Part of me wanted to push him, to make him open up, to force out everything he’d been holding back since the morning. But if he really had felt jealous of Grayson, I wasn’t going to lie to soften it. The truth was, even though I’d wanted him to leave when he first arrived, I couldn’t ignore the way my body had reacted. I was drawn to him… and to the idea of more.

The “golden trio” hadn’t only been the group that tormented me in my early years. They were also the first ones that made me have sinful thoughts. Desires that burned quietly, too filthy, too intense to ever say out loud.

“All right…” I answered, surprised by the edge of hunger hidden in my voice. Those two words were all it took to give permission to my most sinful thoughts… the same ones that seemed to wrap around him, too.

Julian began undressing in front of me without looking away, as if every piece of clothing that hit the floor was part of a silent ritual between us. His fingers moved with calm certainty, and every button undone set my skin on fire.

His body was the perfect blend of strength and elegance: broad shoulders, firm abs, and that way of moving—dominant, sure—that undid me without trying. He was pure temptation.

Before I could stop myself—or maybe because I didn’t want to— I open my legs for him, inviting him without words. I saw him inhale sharply, losing for a second that iron control he loved so much. His breathing grew heavy, dark… and the world disappeared.

He leaned over me with the certainty of someone who knows every inch of my body. His hands trailed up my legs slowly, reverently, climbing to my waist before gripping my hips with a possessiveness that made me tremble.

His mouth descended like a forbidden confession: firm, hungry kisses claiming my skin as his. He didn’t speak; he didn’t have to. His body said everything.

When he finally entered me, I felt myself mold to him as if I’d been waiting for this moment all along. Julian was not Edmund. Where there had once been fear, with him there was fire. Pleasure. Freedom.

And then, without meaning to, a thought cut through me like a jolt: Grayson. I imagined his body joining ours, his touch merging with Julian’s, our breaths tangled together. If Julian took me from the front, Grayson would take me from behind… The thought was so vivid, so obscene, it overwhelmed me. I shattered against Julian’s body, trembling as pleasure consumed me entirely.

When I came back to myself, still panting, I found him watching me. Julian was still inside me, his gaze fixed, possessive… and tinged with something darker. It was as if he’d read every single one of my thoughts. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. His eyes were a promise—and a warning.

“Julian…” His name slipped from my lips like it could undo what I’d just imagined without even moving.

But he smiled. A tight smile, marked by a kind of resignation I didn’t fully understand. He took my throat gently, without hurting me, leaned over, and started thrusting harder. Each movement dragged deeper moans from me, and my body clenched around him eagerly, trembling under every thrust that pulled me further from reason.

“I know what you want…” he whispered against my ear, his voice thick with darkness and desire. “You’re such a naughty little thing. Yesterday, you didn’t even know what it felt like for a man to make you come… and now you’re fantasizing about two.”

I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t. My body betrayed me, surrendering to him completely. Maybe my face was an open book, because Julian understood everything without a single word.

His dominance intensified. He held me like he wanted to fuse us together, and my moans grew louder, more desperate. For a heartbeat I feared someone might hear us from the hallway, but the thought only fueled the fire he’d set inside me.

“Do you know how long I’ve had feelings for you?” His voice brushed against my skin like a burning caress. “How hard it was to watch you marry that bastard of Edmund… while I burned for you.”

I still couldn’t speak. Pleasure had me trapped, swallowing every attempt at words. Every thrust pushed me deeper into a storm I couldn’t control anymore.

“You’re mine,” he growled, sinking even deeper. “You’ve always been mine. And no one… no one can change that. Not even your darling, do you understand?”

His words wrapped around me like invisible chains—and instead of suffocating me, they pushed me closer to the edge. His rhythm grew rougher, deeper, as if with every thrust he wanted to carve his name into my skin. And when our bodies met at that exact point where pleasure and surrender blur, we exploded together. Our breaths tangled like a silent vow.

We stayed there, panting, our skin still trembling from what had just happened. Dawn crept in slowly, and when the first light slipped through the curtains, I knew it was nearly six in the morning. We’d spent most of the night devouring each other again.

I sat up slowly, trying to steady my breathing. But before I could fully rise, Julian pulled me back against him. I felt his warm chest against my back and the weight of his words pressing down.

“You’re mine…” he whispered in my ear. “That is why there’s nothing I wouldn’t give you. So I’ll talk to Grayson… so you can have us both.”

I froze. He wasn’t joking. Julian Lockhart didn’t say things like that without meaning them. He gave me one last kiss—like a seal—and let me go.

I returned to my room in silence. The hallway was still cloaked in shadows, as if it held the echo of everything that had just happened. I stopped at the door and, before turning the handle, I stood still.

Had Julian just told me he was going to share with Grayson Devereux?