Used By The Billionaire Twins: One bed, Two masters

Reyna

I didn’t leave after that first night.

They didn’t ask, and I didn’t pretend I wanted to.

One day turned into two. Then three.

By the end of the week, I wasn’t just in their penthouse.

I was in their bed.

Naked. Collared. Sleeping between them like some kind of prize they hadn’t decided how to split.

Knox was all soft touches and whispered praise—fingers tracing my spine at night, lips pressed to my shoulder in the morning.

Grayson?

He was the storm.

He left bruises. Gave commands. Made me say “thank you” after every orgasm like it was an honor to come for him.

And it was.

But something was changing.

With Knox.

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“Hey,” he said one morning, brushing hair from my face. “What did you do before us?”

I blinked. “You mean, like... work?”

He nodded. “Life.”

“I was a server. Rented a closet with a sink and called it a kitchen. I slept with my phone under my pillow in case my debit card got declined in the middle of the night.”

He smiled softly. “You ever think about not going back to that?”

I stared at him. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying maybe this isn’t just a deal. Maybe you don’t have to leave.”

My chest tightened.

That wasn’t part of the arrangement.

Neither was the kiss that followed—sweet, slow, dangerous.

Grayson walked in mid-kiss.

And froze.

He didn’t say a word.

Just stared.

Then turned and left.

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That night was different.

Grayson tied me up.

Face down.

Ass up.

Not a word.

Not a kiss.

Just hands on my throat, cock buried deep, and a whisper against my neck:

“You’re mine, too.”

He fucked me harder than ever before. Took me like I belonged to him.

And when I came?

He didn’t smile.

He growled, “You want soft? Go to him. But don’t pretend you weren’t made for this.”

I didn’t sleep.

I laid between them, one arm around Knox, Grayson’s hand locked around my throat like a collar.

I was in love with both of them.

And I was breaking.

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The next day, Knox pulled me aside.

“We can’t keep sharing you.”

“Why not?” I asked, desperate.

“Because I’m not like him,” he said. “I don’t just use things. I feel.”

“What are you saying?”

“I want you for real.”

Before I could respond—

Grayson stepped into the room.

His jaw clenched. His eyes black.

“You choose him?” he said. “I’ll destroy you both.”