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Damien POV
"Ugh...shit". I staggered out of the automatic doors, my tailored suit no longer immaculate. My body reeks of the strong smell of alcohol. My breath raspy as I coughed violently, making me clutch my chest as I tried holding my lungs ironically. The Aphrodisiac powder burned through my body, each deep breath felt like a knife twisting inside. Someone has definitely drugged me. "God damnit, another bastard trying his luck". He’d underestimated tonight. Dragging my swaying feet across the thick carpet, I reached for the elevator with trembling hands. The elevator doors opened. I leaned against the wall, panting like a trapped animal. The light above flickered. When I saw a young man walking down the hall, a folder was tucked under his arm. He had a pretty face that could provoke even the deepest feelings of a man. He probably had noticed my disheveled self. My fingers clutched the elevator rail like a lifeline. Still breathing heavily I saw the young man moving toward me. “Sir…” Lifting my head, I stared at the young man like a predator would at its prey. The moment the stranger drew close, my hands shot out, grabbing him before he could react. The force sent both of us staggering. Heart pounding, the young man tried to resist, but my grip was iron. The elevator doors closed, sealing us inside. The young man struggled to free himself. “Are you okay? Why is your body so hot? Do you need to go to the hospital?” I refuse to say anything, simply holding the man’s hand and gripping it tightly. The elevator jerked to a stop and opened. Without waiting I pulled him out, barely catching myself as I dragged the young man along with me. Opening the suite and swung the door shut behind us. Collapsed against the plush bed, I pulled the young man down with me. Our bodies tangled, one on top of the other. Neither of us moved, only the sound of my ragged breathing filled the room. The young man tried again to push my weight off. “Let me go.” He slid a hand to my chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall. “What’s wrong with you…” My head lolled to the side. A faint, strained, bitter laugh escaped my mouth. “Then… I suppose you’re the only one who can help me." Coughing violently, I continued. “I’d better not die with such a figure by my side.” My words carried a hidden message, something the young man possibly couldn’t name. Maybe arrogance, perhaps a challenge. But it wasn’t the time for questions. The young man grabbed a bottle of water from the bedside stand and pressed it to my lips. Once the liquid hit my throat, I drank it greedily as if I had never tasted water from birth but the water did nothing to ease the heat coming out of my body. “You… don’t understand,” my throat croaked, gripping the young man’s wrist. I yanked him closer and stared down at this beauty, as if the world outside no longer existed. “Pleasure me.” The young man’s eyes widened. “What do you mean by that?” His heart hammered against mine. Aware of the dangerous intimacy, the young man pulled back, finally breaking free from my grip as he sat up. I followed him, my body pressed against him—a dangerous weight that was both threatening and intoxicating. Grabbing the young man’s face and forcefully kissed him. The young man struggled again, hitting and pushing but I was relentless. Only this figure could save me from this heat, so I thought. Hurriedly removing the young man’s top and moved to his neck, ravaging it with kisses. Slowly I worked down to his chest and captured one nipple with my lips. A moan escaped the young man’s lips, stealing his breath. Though he was still resisting until I took the second nipple with his fingers. A pained moan tore from the young man’s mouth. “Ple…ase… don’t…” Returning to his mouth, I took his lips with a deep, consuming kiss while my hands continued working the man’s nipples. My other hand loosened the young man’s trousers and grasped his member. Stroking it gently, drawing another moan from the man’s lips. “Get… off… me,” the young man gasped, still struggling against my hold. A growl escaped my throat. “I will pay you enough money to live free for a lifetime.” Forcefully pulled off the young man’s trousers. The young man trembled at the sight of what I was doing to his body. “Wha…tt… are you doing?” “You want to tell me you’re still a virgin? Don’t worry—I’ll go gently on you.” Licking my lips seductively as I pulled off his own top. “Stroke my rod. It won’t hurt to try.” Guiding the young man’s hand inside my trousers to touch my hardened member. “It’s… huge…” The young man tried to pull his hand away, but I forced it back. “Don’t you dare,” I put his hands back in place. “Please let me go. I don’t want to,” the young man said shakily. His pleas didn't seem to touch me. “I’ll pay you. Enough that you never have to work again. Enough that you can forget this ever happened.” I spread the young man’s legs wide and rubbed his entrance with a finger. “Moan for me. Let me hear you moan.” “I…I… don't want to…” “You don’t have to be, baby boy. Just moan for me.” Hissing at his response, I returned my mouth to the young man’s nipple. Taking a deep suck. Another moan escaped the young man’s lips. “Yes, like that. Give me more sounds.” I continued rubbing his entrance and sucking his nipples. Tears flowed from the young man’s eyes as he still attempted to free himself from my hold. I pushed my fingers into his entrance, making him scream in agony. "Arghhhhh...."Elias POV I stood still, clutching the folder tightly against my chest as Fred’s footsteps faded down the hallway. My jaw ached from how hard I had clenched it. Every word he threw at me felt like acid dripping on open wounds.Whore.The word echoed in my head, mixing with the memories I had been trying so hard to bury. That man's body on me, his ruthless act that made my back ache.I had taken lots of pills, but the stench of sleeping with a man kept getting rubbed in my face.And Fred made those buried memories come alive despite me burying them. Tears began to fill my eyes; I tried hard to control it, I wasn’t going to embarrass myself again.I took a slow, deep breath and forced my expression back into neutrality. Not after the humiliation I just endured.Emily stepped closer, her voice soft but steady. “Are you okay?”I nodded once, not trusting my voice yet. She always knew when I was one second away from cracking, but she was careful. She never pushed too hard in public. “H
Fred POVI adjusted my designer suit jacket as I walked out of the elevator. The familiar feeling of home hits me—that I own the company. This was supposed to be my kingdom. Mine. Yet that bastard still had the nerve to breathe the same air as me. Walking down the lobby, I immediately spotted him. Elias was standing near the glass wall of the conference room, reviewing some documents with that pathetic, look of professionalism. He had always wore it. Like working hard would suddenly make our father see him as worthy. The sight of him made my blood boil — especially after knowing that Damien had something to do with him. The thought of that monster fucking him raw still twisted something ugly in my stomach. Why did that have to happen? I smirked and walked straight toward him. “Well, well,” I called out loudly, making sure a few employees nearby
Damien POV I leaned back in the leather chair, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette burning between my fingers. The sharp burn of alcohol slid down my throat as I took a slow sip, followed by a deep drag from the cigarette. Smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling. The door to the room opened. Victor stepped in, his massive frame filling the doorway. He gave me a cheerful salute, a wide grin on his scarred face. “Boss,” he said, voice booming with satisfaction. “The bar attendant and those small gangs have been crushed. We got them all.” I exhaled another cloud of smoke, waiting. Victor continued, “But your stepmother intervened. She stepped in before we could finish butchering the rest of those useless gangs. We had to pull back. The men are still on standby though, ready to resume the slaughter whenever you give the word.” A low chuckle escaped my lips. I took another sip of whiskey, the liquid warming my chest. “I knew she would intervene,” I said, my voice calm but
Fred POV I snapped my head up, heat rushing to my face. My fingers dug into the arm of the cheap couch, the fabric rough against my palm. This filthy room, this disgusting smell of cum and smoke, and now this lowlife mocking me. I wanted to grab the nearest bottle and smash it across his grinning face.“Spineless?” I hissed, leaning forward. My voice came out sharper than I intended. “Watch your fucking mouth before I make sure you choke on your own tongue.”He just laughed again, that low, raspy sound that made my skin crawl. He took another drag from his cigarette, eyes half-lidded with amusement. “Look at you. All dressed up in your fancy clothes, driving your expensive car yet one name and you’re shaking like a little bitch. Pathetic.”I stood up slowly, trying to keep my breathing steady. The image of Damien’s cold eyes still lingered in my head—those eyes that could peel skin without blinking. I hated how real it felt. But I couldn’t let this idiot see my weakness.“Enough of
Fred POV I picked up my car keys and headed for the door. “Mom, I’m going out. I’ll be back late today,” I shouted and closed the door behind me. “Don’t forget your jacket, baby,” my mom’s annoying voice called out. “Yes, Momma.” Rolling my eyes and walking to where my baby Range Rover SV was. I inserted the key and drove out of the house. Few minutes later, I stopped at a glamorous clubhouse. Not too big—not too shabby. “Master Fred, you’re here.” The bulky bodyguard at the door caught the key I threw to him. “Where is your boss?” “Boss is inside with his usual game. Perhaps you want to wait for him?” Scratching his head, the man answered. “I don’t have time for his little game. Lead me to him.” Without much care, I walked into the club. The loud, blasting music hit me like a wave. “Ugh, these tax-free devourers must be enjoying this uncouth music,” I muttered under my breath as I entered through the door the bulky man showed me. A heavy, pungent smell hit my nose, so st
Elias POV I walked out of a cafe, with an iced coffee in hand. The streets were bright with morning light, but it did little to pierce the darkness inside me. The memory of last night still fresh like it happened today. Emily fell in step beside me holding a pizza in her hands, she didn’t let me walk alone to the company. We entered her car and she drove off. Few minutes later we stopped at a towering glass building that stood tall as cars rolled into the company. We entered the towering building that housed my father’s office. The air smelled of cleaning chemicals and antiseptic. My steps echoed in the vast hall, the sound served as a reminder that I was about to face a man who had spent his whole life exacting control over everyone around him. My father’s office door loomed ahead, a dark wood monolith that seemed to swallow the light. I exhaled slowly and straightened my posture afraid of walking somewhat. Emily stood by my side as her presence anchored me, reminding me that







