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North’s POV I begged again, my messages growing more desperate. Please, Lucien. I can't do this like this.Nothing. No response. Just the constant, maddening stimulation, and the knowledge that he was watching, enjoying my discomfort.Finally, it was time. My name was announced, and I made my way to the podium, my legs shaking beneath me. The room fell silent, hundreds of eyes turning to me.I took a deep breath, trying to center myself, trying to ignore the toy inside me, now pulsing in a rhythm that mimicked a heartbeat. Fast. Unsteady. Mine.I looked out at the crowd, my eyes finding Lucien's. He was watching me, a small, satisfied smile on his face.And then I began to speak, the words flowing from my lips even as my body trembled with need and frustration and something else, something dangerously close to excitement.The pressure was building, an insistent thrum deep inside me that threatened to unravel my composure with every passing second. I gripped the sides of the podium, m
North’s POV "Please," I begged, my voice hoarse with need. "Lucien, please."He looked up at me, his eyes burning with intensity. "Come for me, North. Let me taste you."That was all it took. With a cry, I exploded, pleasure washing over me in intense waves as he swallowed every drop.When I finally came back to myself, he was lying beside me, a satisfied smile on his face."Better?" he asked.I could only nod, my body still trembling with aftershocks."Good," he said, leaning in to kiss me again. "Because tonight, I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name."As his lips claimed mine again, I knew he meant every word. And despite everything, despite the exhaustion, the confusion, the fear, I wanted it. I wanted him. All of him.Waking up was like surfacing from a deep, dark ocean. The first thing I registered was the light, filtering through expensive curtains I didn't own. The second was Lucien, sitting in an armchair across the room, already dressed in a suit that
North’s POV Because backing down now would only make things worse.He walked over to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer with a smooth, practiced motion. My eyes followed him, my body still tense from his last words. He retrieved something small and black, holding it up between his thumb and forefinger. It was a sleek, curved plug with a remote control nestled beside it in the box."You'll wear this," he said, his voice casual, as if he were commenting on the weather. "All day."My stomach dropped. I knew what it was, what it would do, how it would feel,a constant, intrusive reminder of his control."I..." I started, but the words caught in my throat."Final apology," he continued, his eyes meeting mine. "Once you accept this, we're done with the birthday drama. I accept your gift, we move on."The logic was twisted, manipulative, but effective. He was framing this as my choice, my way to make things right, when really it was just another way for him to assert dominance."Fine,"
North’s POVThat was why he was angry?Because I didn’t?Jeremy’s voice echoed faintly in my head.Don’t text him unless he speaks to you first.Don’t get too familiar.My grip on the phone tightened.It clicked into place.June and Vance earlier.The frantic typing.The way they reacted when I wasn’t doing the same.They weren’t just texting anyone.They were texting him.Why did it matter that much?Did something happen? I typed. some of the rules jeremy told me were that I only text you when spoken to and never too intimate. I was only following the rulesThe reply came almost immediately.Jeremy did?For the first time, there was something different in his tone.Surprise.Yes. I didn’t know I could text you at willI stared at the screen for a second longer, something cold settling in my chest.Of course.Jeremy.From the very beginning, he had been… guiding things.Limiting things.Controlling things.A humorless smile tugged at my lips.Figures.It was either him or Ethan Kang a
North’s POVThat was when his door opened.Lucien stepped out.Perfect.Suit tailored to his body, hair in place, expression calm. Like nothing had happened earlier. Like he hadn’t just thrown me to the ground.June and Vance immediately stepped aside.I did the same.It was automatic.But the moment I moved out of his way, something shifted.His gaze snapped to me.Sharp. Cold.“I don’t want to see you tomorrow,” he said.His voice was quiet, but it carried.“So don’t let me see you. Not even the air you breathe.”My mouth opened, but nothing came out.The words sat somewhere in my throat, heavy, stuck, like even they didn’t want to be said to him.Behind him, June and Vance moved quickly, almost tripping over themselves to follow. Their shoulders brushed as they passed, quiet laughter slipping between them, the kind they didn’t even bother hiding anymore.They were enjoying this.I could feel it in the way their eyes lingered on me for a second too long, in the way their lips twitch
North’s POVI didn’t think that would become a problem too. I thought it was just him who was supposed to message me, no one else.That illusion lasted until morning.When I walked into the living room, Vance and June were already there, dressed for school, phones in hand. Their fingers moved fast across their screens, brows furrowed, lips pressed thin like they were trying to keep up with something urgent.I slowed down a little, watching them.Neither of them looked up immediately, which was already strange. Usually, they noticed everything.We were all waiting for Jeremy, the quiet hum of the air conditioner filling the space, but the tension around them felt… off.Then Vance glanced up. His eyes flicked to my empty hands. No phone. No typing.His frown deepened.“You really think being his favorite gives you the right to act stupid?” he said, his tone sharp, already irritated.I blinked at him, then looked away like it didn’t matter.I let him talk. I always did.Instead, I mutter
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
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 POVI obeyed without hesitation, my knees falling apart on the polished wood of the table. The vulnerability was staggering, the cool air of the dining room hitting me everywhere. His gaze was a physical weight, pinning me down as he slicked the lube over his fingers, the sound obscenely lo
Lucien’s POVVance and June were seated on one sofa, North on the other. They were all elegantly dressed, but the difference was stark. Vance and June, in their pastel polo shirts and tiny, tailored shorts, looked like they were attending a garden party. They were beautiful, no doubt, but they gave







