Chapter 68: Deeper into Desire
The room is hot with breath and sweat and the sound of skin on skin. Groans echo, low and primal, as the three men fuck with abandon - bodies tangled, muscles flexing, tension peaking.
Adrian is on his knees, thrusting into Kostas from behind with deep, relentless strokes. Kostas moans around John’s cock, his throat stretched wide as he sucks him hard and hungry. John’s hands are tangled in his hair, hips rolling forward with steady power.
“Fuck—” Adrian grunts, tightening his grip on Kostas’s narrow hips and he thrust hard and fast into him. “So tight—”
John groans, head falling back. “God, I’m gonna—”
And then it happens—one after the other.
Adrian slams in deep with a roar, coming hard inside Kostas. Kostas moans helplessly as John spills down his throat. All three shudder with the weight of release, breathless, sweat-slicked, and undone.
For a moment, there’s only silence. Heavy breathing. Glowing skin. The sound of waves outside the porthole window.
They collapse beside each other, tangled in sheets and heat. It’s messy and raw. It’s real.
And something shifts.
Adrian rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling. “Well. That happened.”
John laughs softly. “You say that like it was an accident.”
Kostas runs a hand over his face, flushed and dazed. “I can’t feel my legs. Or my throat.”
They all laugh—light, honest, exhausted.
Adrian reaches out and threads his fingers through John’s. On his other side, he brushes his knuckles over Kostas’s chest. “Whatever this is… it’s working.”
John nods slowly. “We’re building something. With her. And maybe even… between us.”
Kostas glances between them, then closes his eyes. “I’m in. Wherever this goes… I’m in.”
Selene
The sun is already up when I open my eyes.
My body aches in the best way possible—used, worshipped, cherished. I stretch like a cat, smiling to myself as I touch my belly and feel the warmth of the morning light on my skin. My thighs are sticky from last night’s shenanigans.
The bed is empty.
Curious, I roll out and head into the shower and take my time enjoying the warm water . I throw on one of Adrian’s white linen shirts,and a pair of booty shorts and pad barefoot up the stairs to the deck.
And then I stop.
There are flowers everywhere. .
Bright, fragrant, cascading over the table and railings in wild, beautiful arrangements. Peonies. Orchids. White roses. Violets.
John, Adrian, and Kostas are shirtless, lounging nearby with fresh juice and coffee, looking deliciously satisfied and far too smug.
I raise an eyebrow. “Is it someone’s funeral, or do I just look that good in the morning?”
Kostas stands, walks over, and kisses my temple. Then he drops to one knee and presses a soft, reverent kiss to my bump. His voice is a whisper only we hear.
“I know I’m not your biological father. But I will protect you. And your mama. And love you both with everything I have.”
My breath catches.
Adrian hands me a cappuccino with a wicked smile. “Sit. Eat. Then open the envelope.”
An ivory envelope rests on the table—my name inked in elegant script.
I sit down slowly, heart pounding a little, and open it.
Inside are two thick documents.
The first is for a custom yacht—childproof security features, state-of-the-art everything, registered in my name.
The second is a property deed.
A Greek villa. White stone. Ocean views in Mykonos.
I gasp. “Kostas… this is too much, I never wanted anything from you. And it's a bit soon don't you think ?.”
His voice is firm. “It’s not even close to everything I want to give you, Selene agape mou you are special and I want to be a part of your lives .”
“You don’t have to shower me with gifts “, I mutter softly .
“Please agape mou, let me do this , this ensures that you have somewhere to come to instead of a hotel. I know I don’t need to shower you with gifts but you are special to me and I want to share who I am and what I have with you”. He answers earnestly.
Adrian nods. “A place we can always return to. We told Kostas about the house we got in London and Colorado, and he wanted you to have something special here as well”
John lifts his glass. “To more sunrises… and fewer interruptions.”
I look between the three of them, overwhelmed by their generosity and devotion.
We sit down to breakfast together, the scent of honey and fruit mixing with salt and breeze. We talk about how it will work—Kostas being based in Europe, and us likely splitting our time more.
Kostas glances at Adrian and John before setting down his fork. “There’s something else. A final gift. Or maybe… a beginning.”
He reaches into a folder and slides out a final document.
“This merger we are working on , we want the merger of my UK holding with a new U.S. venture. It’s happening. And I want this to be ours.”
He meets my eyes.
“Ours,” he repeats, “as in owned equally by the four of us. But Selene… you’ll be the majority stakeholder.”
I blink. “What?”
Adrian grins. “You deserve it. And we trust you to lead it.”
Kostas nods. “You’re the center of this family. You’re our future.”
I swallow hard, blinking back tears. “I don’t even know what to say.”
John leans over and kisses my cheek. “Then don’t say anything. Just believe it. You’ve earned every bit of this.”
And I do.
Because this isn’t just about wealth or power.
It’s about love. Trust. And building a life where I’m not just supported—but revered.
And I’ve never felt stronger.