Fallen For The Dark Kings

"Men like them don't play by the rules. They are the rules."

Clinton, Weston, and Christian-heirs to dynasties, gods among men. Ten years ago, they caught me spying, and in one unforgettable night, they made me theirs.

The feel of their belt across my skin, their hands claiming me, is a memory seared into my mind... or at least, what's left of it after the accident.

Now? I'm a successful musician-famous, wealthy, adored by millions. But if any of those three men commanded me to strip and kneel at