Se connecterLucien’s POVThe cat ears were slightly askew, and the long, black tail, attached to the plug inside him, swayed gently as he shifted his weight. He looked up at me, his eyes hazy with bourbon and a blatant, unashamed lust. He was a masterpiece of submission, and the anger still simmering in my veins from my encounter with Jericho found its perfect target."Look at you," I said, my voice a low, appreciative purr that vibrated through the room and straight to my groin. "All dressed up for me. Did you have a good time at my party?"The alcohol had clearly untethered his inhibitions. He began to crawl toward me, the movement fluid and sinuous. "It was enlightening," he murmured, his voice husky. He reached out, his fingers grazing the expensive fabric of my trousers. "But the party's just starting, isn't it?"His touch was a spark to my temper. I shot my hand out, my grip like iron around his wrist, stopping him cold. "Not so fast," I chided, my voice losing its softness and taking on a
Lucien’s povThe door to the restroom clicked shut behind me, but the image of North’s face, pale, pleading, his eyes dark with a history I hadn't known existed, was burned into my mind. I walked back toward the thrum of my party, but my mind was a battlefield.He had no choice.The words echoed in my head, a raw, damning confession. Jealousy. It was a pathetic, acidic emotion, and I was drowning in it. I told myself it wasn't about North. It was about the principle. The sheer audacity of another man marking what was mine. But the lie was thin. It wasn't about the ex. It was about the first. The thought of someone else being the first to put a device inside him, to see him that vulnerable, to own that piece of his submission… it was an affront. It should have been me. I should have been the one to break him in, to teach him the rules. This possessive fury was illogical, a beast I kept caged, but tonight, it was rattling the bars."Lucien! Happy birthday!"A hand clapped my shoulder
North’s POVBut my mind was already moving.Fast.Three days.No restrictions.Well… almost none.Two faces came to mind instantly.My best friends.One of them already knew about Lucien, or at least enough to understand the situation. The other, her girlfriend, didn’t know him, not really, but she knew enough. She knew I was involved with someone rich. Someone powerful.She just didn’t know how deep it went.And then…Elyon.My chest tightened slightly at the thought of him.He had been upset.More than upset.The last time we spoke, there had been something strained in his voice, something wounded that he tried to hide but couldn’t quite mask.I had kept him in the dark for too long.Avoided questions.Changed topics.Pushed him away without meaning to.But Elyon wasn’t just anyone.He was… constant.Childhood memories flickered faintly at the back of my mind, laughter, small arguments, quiet understanding that didn’t need words.If anyone deserved to know something, even if not eve
North’s POVFor a second, I just stared.This didn’t feel like him.Or maybe it did, just not the version he showed everyone else.He lowered me slowly, carefully, like I might break if he moved too fast, guiding me into the water.The warmth wrapped around me instantly, easing some of the tension in my body, pulling a quiet sigh from my lips before I could stop it.I sank slightly, letting it take some of my weight.For the first time since waking up, the ache dulled.Just a little.I glanced up at him.He was watching me.Not with anger.Not with that sharp edge he always carried.Something else.Something quieter.And I couldn’t tell if that made things better… or worse. And the way he looked at me…It made something in my chest tighten.“Stop staring at me,” I muttered, sinking a little deeper into the water, trying to hide under the surface like that would somehow shield me from his gaze.He only shrugged, completely unbothered.He didn’t join me. Instead, he sat beside the tu
North’s povI moaned, my head falling back against the wood."Please," I whimpered, my voice barely a whisper."Please, what?" he asked, his other hand coming up to wrap around my throat, not squeezing, just resting there, a constant, possessive weight."Please… touch me."He chuckled, a low, dark sound. "Oh, I am touching you, bunny. But if you want more, you have to earn it."He stepped back, and the cropping resumed, harder this time, more deliberate. I lost all sense of time. There was only the cross, the leather holding me, the sting of the crop, and Lucien's voice, a constant, commanding presence in my ear. He pushed me to the edge, to the point where the pain blurred into a haze of pure sensation, where I thought I might break. But I didn't. I held on, my body trembling, my mind adrift on a sea of endorphins.Finally, it stopped. I hung limply in my restraints, my body slick with sweat, my mind a peaceful, blank slate. I felt him behind me, his body pressing against mine, his
North’s POVThe birthday boy. He stood in the doorway, his suit still immaculate, his expression unreadable as he took in the scene. He saw me, saw the outfit, saw the pose. And I saw it in his eyes, the flash of raw, unadulterated lust that he couldn't quite hide. He loved it. He loved how much I wanted him, how completely I had thrown myself into his fantasy.But instead of rushing to me, he simply leaned against the doorframe, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. He was going to make me wait. He was going to make me beg."Look at you," he said, his voice a low, appreciative purr that vibrated through the room and straight to my groin. "All dressed up for me. Did you have a good time at my party?”"Look at you," he said, his voice a low, appreciative purr that vibrated through the room and straight to my groin. "All dressed up for me. Did you have a good time at my party?"The bourbon in my veins made me bold. I crawled toward him, the leather of the suit creaking so
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
North’s POVAs I reached our gate, the scent hit me.Garlic sizzling in oil. Fish sauce was blooming in the heat. Fresh basil torn by hand. Jasmine rice was steaming.Pad kra pao.She only made that when she wanted everyone at the table.I slipped inside and dodged Winter’s questions about where I’
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 POVAnd one single day without him.That was all it took to send my patience to hell.It was absurd.Completely irrational.Yet the more I tried to focus on my work, the more my mind drifted back to the same thought.North.I was supposed to travel three days ago.A scheduled trip to Dubai







