The heir's mask
“You keep saying you’re straight… so why do you look at me like that?”
In the glittering, ruthless world of New York’s elite, Steve Vanderbilt has perfected the art of deception charming, untouchable, and always in control. With a carefully crafted image, a strategic girlfriend, and a legacy to protect, there is no room for mistakes.
Except Ken Thompson has always been his one. best friends since youth, Ken is everything Steve isn’t grounded, principled, and determined to live a “normal” life. Fresh out of a broken relationship, the last thing Ken needs is Steve’s dangerous attention… or the way it’s starting to feel impossible to ignore.
What begins as reckless tension soon spirals into something far more volatile desire tangled with denial, loyalty twisted into betrayal. As their worlds collide through power, family expectations, and buried truths, lines blur and control begins to slip.
Because in a game where love is forbidden and power is everything… wanting each other might be the one mistake neither of them can survive.
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Chapter: Chapter 6: Family DynastySteve Vanderbilt stood on the upper deck of his private yacht, nursing a brutal hangover and an even worse case of blue balls. His mind was still trapped in that cabin—Ken’s mouth hot and furious against his, the desperate grind of their bodies, the way Ken had moaned before shoving him away like he was poison.I know you like me and want me, but why do you still choose to run and reject me at the same time? Keep making me think of the worst ways to own you, Ken. I want you to surrender yourself as soon as possible. I can’t bear this anymore. I must push harder.You can run, damn it, Ken. But we both know this isn’t over. The next time, I’ll make sure you have no time, no excuse, and nowhere to hide. I promise you, I'm Vanderbilt. I don’t stop until I get what I want.His phone buzzed on the table. He didn’t need to look to know who it was.Eleanor: My office. 2 PM. Do not be late.Steve exhaled sharply. The mask was back in place before he even stepped off the yacht. What does she ha
Última atualização: 2026-05-22
Chapter: Chapter 5: before the first sinThe Heir’s MaskMark had waited long enough. No calls returned, no replies. He got ready and drove to Steve’s penthouse. The doors were unlocked—typical Steve, who hated being watched and kept almost no security around. Mark slipped inside with a satisfied smile.My sweet boy must have been drinking before leaving. I know my love will be tired when he gets back. I’ll be here waiting for him.He smiled softly to himself.Steve didn’t stop drinking on the way home. He was fulfilled, happy, and kept drinking far too much. By the time he reached the penthouse, he was completely drunk and could barely get out of the car. Mark heard the engine and quickly set his laptop aside. He took off his shirt, sipped the wine he had poured for himself, and murmured, “It’s going to be a long night… mmm.”When Steve stumbled in, Mark immediately opened the door for him. Steve’s phone was buzzing—Lila calling—but Steve couldn’t respond. Mark took the phone, slipped it into his own pocket, and guided Stev
Última atualização: 2026-05-16
Chapter: Chapter 4: Drunken truthThe Heir’s MaskThe days blurred into a haze of obsession for Steve. Every thought revolved around Ken—how far they had come, how cute Ken had been all these years, and how Steve couldn’t open up back then. But now nothing was stopping him. I won’t hide anymore. I’ve been in love with you since high school.Fourteen days until the Hamptons yacht party, and every hour without Ken felt like sandpaper on raw nerves. Steve attended meetings, signed multimillion-dollar deals, and fucked Lila mechanically to keep up appearances—all while his mind replayed Ken’s broken moan from their phone call on repeat.Steve…That single utterance had ruined him.Tonight, Steve was drunk. Half a bottle of Macallan down, tie loosened, shirt unbuttoned to reveal the hard planes of muscle and the trail of dark hair leading down to where his cock strained against his zipper.He took out his phone. Ken hadn’t blocked him yet. That small victory fueled the fire.Steve: You still taste my words on your tongue w
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Chapter: Chapter 3: Eleanor's pressureThe Heir’s MaskSteve’s penthouse felt like a gilded cage tonight. The city lights stretched out beneath him like jewels on black velvet, but all he could see was Ken’s flushed face from the restaurant earlier—lips parted, cock straining against his trousers, eyes screaming yes while his mouth spat no.Should I call him? No. I need him to submit to me. No matter how long it takes, I will get you, baby.His phone buzzed again. Another message from Ken.Ken: I’m blocking you after this. Do not contact me.Steve chuckled lowly, palming his heavy cock through his slacks. “Try it, baby. See how far that gets you.”The elevator dinged. Eleanor Vanderbilt swept in like a queen. At fifty-eight, with her impeccable silver-streaked hair and a presence that could make billionaires flinch, she commanded the room instantly. She took one look at her son and sighed.“Steven. You rejected Camille Harrington again. The girl is perfect—old money, discreet, and fertile. Exactly what this family needs to
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Chapter: Chapter 2; best friend rules: straight linesThe Heir’s MaskKen Thompson woke up with his cock painfully hard and leaking against his stomach. I don’t want this to be real. The dream still clung to him like smoke—Steve’s voice, low and filthy, whispering in his ear. He has a girlfriend. This is against our friendship.“Fuck,” he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. He’d always been straight. Sophia had been proof of that for years—until she vanished, leaving him a mess of guilt and unanswered questions after their breakup.His phone lay on the nightstand. The texts from last night were still there.Steve’s words burned behind his eyes:I’m going to bend you over and ruin that straight boy pussy until you’re crying my name and begging for my cum.Ken’s dick twitched again. He hated it. Hated how his body reacted while his mind screamed in protest. With shaking fingers, he typed the same reply he had sent last night.Ken: Delete those messages and never speak to me like that again. I’m not one of your twisted toys you control
Última atualização: 2026-05-16
Chapter: The golden heirTHE HEIR'S MASK Chapter 1Expensive perfume mingled with the faint metallic scent of power. Steve Vanderbilt stood at the center of it all. Wealth felt like a prison, he often thought. At twenty-seven, he was everything New York’s elite wanted to be. His tailored black Tom Ford suit gave him commanding presence without effort. A practiced smile played on his lips as he nodded at senators and tech moguls, one arm loosely wrapped around Lila Monroe’s slim waist.Lila looked exquisite—beautiful and ambitious enough to advertise availability without screaming desperation. She was the perfect prop for the night. Some women wished they could be her. Willing to play the role of devoted girlfriend in exchange for the status and the monthly deposits into her account, she leaned into him, murmuring something about the latest art auction. Steve wasn’t listening.His gaze had already locked onto the only person in the room who mattered.Ken Thompson.Ken stood near the bar in a charcoal suit tha
Última atualização: 2026-05-16
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