INICIAR SESIÓNLucien’s POVAnd as he worked me with his mouth, his hands weren't idle. One cupped my balls, rolling them gently, while the other pressed against the small of my back, holding me steady.The plane began to taxi, the subtle vibration adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure. Outside the window, the ground fell away as we ascended into the sky, but I barely noticed. My entire world was contained in this room, in this man who was bringing me to the edge with his talented mouth.I could feel the pressure building, that familiar tightening in my groin that signaled my approaching release. "North," I warned, my voice strained. "I'm close."Instead of pulling back, he doubled his efforts, taking me deeper until I hit the back of his throat. The sight of him, so eager to swallow me down, to take everything I had to give—it was my undoing.With a hoarse cry, I came, pulsing into his mouth as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He stayed with me through it all, mi
Lucien’s POVI pressed a kiss beneath his ear before tightening my hold slightly.“I scared you,” I admitted quietly.North’s reflection stilled in the mirror.For a second, neither of us spoke.Then he reached back slowly and rested his hand over mine.“You did.”Guilt twisted inside me instantly.“I’m trying,” I whispered against his skin. “I swear I’m trying not to become that person with you.”His eyes met mine through the mirror again.And God, the exhaustion there nearly killed me.Not exhaustion from anger.From carrying my damage with me.“You don’t get to accuse me of things just because somebody else hurt you,” he said softly.“I know.”I knew he was right. Every word that passed his lips was the truth I'd been avoiding for years. Isaac's death had created a void in me that I kept trying to fill with control, with possession, with a desperate need to never lose anyone again. And in doing so, I was pushing away the very person I couldn't bear to lose."I know," I repeated, th
North’s POVBecause fear did.The kind of fear that crawled beneath your ribs and whispered:You lost Isaac this way too.I thought I loved Isaac once.I did.But what I felt for North made that love look gentle in comparison.North consumed me.When he got angry at me, I couldn’t think straight.When we fought, food tasted like ash in my mouth.If he slept facing away from me, I stayed awake staring at the ceiling until sunrise.And when he smiled at somebody else for too long, jealousy wrapped around my throat so tightly I struggled to breathe properly.It was obsession.Ugly.Possessive.Terrifying.I wanted every part of him.His attention.His time.His loyalty.I wanted to own every piece of him so completely that nobody else could ever take him away from me.And despite how stubborn he was, despite the way he constantly challenged me, he still crawled into my arms every night like he belonged there.That made him dangerous to me.Because losing North would kill me in a way Isaa
Lucien’s POVBut the person lying in front of me no longer looked proud.He looked tired.Regret sat heavily in his eyes every time he looked at me.“You were always extraordinary,” he said after a moment. “Even as a child.”I looked away immediately.Praise from him always felt strange because I spent most of my life starving for it.“You saw things other people didn’t,” he continued weakly. “Expansion opportunities. Technology. Infrastructure. Every prediction you made for the company came true.”His breathing became uneven again, forcing him to pause.“The lawyers came while you were away.”That dragged my attention back to him.My father reached shakily toward the folder resting beside the bed.“I left the company to you.”My jaw tightened.“The board no longer has power over Crowe Enterprises. Neither do your uncles.” A faint smile appeared. “I knew you’d eat them alive eventually.”Despite myself, something in my chest loosened slightly.“Your mother inherits the family assets.”
Lucien’s POVHow could he let someone twist him apart that easily?How could he believe strangers over me?How could he leave me behind like this?“How could you do this to me?!” I shouted, though I no longer knew whether I was screaming at Jericho or Isaac himself. “How could either of you do this to me?!”People were screaming around us.Women cried.Priests shouted for
Lucien’s POV“You arrogant child!” he barked. “This company existed before you!”“And it became successful because of me,” I answered flatly.The room went dead silent.Because everybody knew it was true.I had always been brilliant.The suggestions.The innovations.The expansion idea
North’s POVI wished he hadn't seen that stamp, because it seemed to unleash something in him. He had me yelling "Yes, daddy" all night, my voice raw, my body a vessel for his relentless desire, the words a bitter reminder of exactly what I was to him.*Maybe telling him I couldn’t sleep because o
North’s POVJeremy escorted me back to my room for reasons I could not understand. I did not need supervision.The longer I watched him walk beside me with that polished, obedient smirk, the more I wished I had seen through his performance from the beginning. But if I had, I would not be here now.
North’s POVHer silence stretched too long.I looked up.She wasn’t folding anymore.“If you don’t tell me who he is,” she said evenly, “you are not leaving this house. And if you leave without my consent, I will not receive a single cent from you.”She meant it.In moments like this, I missed my f
Lucien’s POVThis was raw, hungry, a claiming that matched the desperation building inside me. My hands moved of their own accord, one tangling in his hair, the other sliding down his back to cup his ass, pulling him flush against me.He responded instantly, his body molding to mine, his tongue del







