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32. Shattered Trust
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I AM YOURS TO PLAY 33. Falling Apart
Chapter 33: Falling ApartLUCIAN’S POVI slumped in the leather chair in my beach house study, the ocean’s roar outside mocking the silence Ethan left behind. His words “I can’t love a criminal”—cut deeper than any blade, his gray eyes flashing with betrayal as he’d stormed out, the file on my table scattered across the floor like a shrapnel. My bare chest glistened with sweat from the gym, my hands trembling as I gripped the armrests, trying to anchor myself against the ache in my gut. How could he think I’d hit that train, kill those guards, and implicate him, when I’d spent the whole of last night whispering I loved him, his body warm against mine? Marco stood by the door, his broad frame tense, waiting for orders. His eyes flicked to me, cautious, but I couldn’t meet them, not because I was scared to, but because I was too ashamed to. Marco had shown how much he never trusted Ethan, he had even warned me about Ethan but my constant need for acceptance and love blinded me from se
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 32. Shattered Trust
Chapter 32: Shattered TrustLUCIAN’S POVThe heavy bag swung with each jab, my fists slamming into it, sweat dripping down my bare chest in the beach house gym. Last night’s memory of Ethan—his moans, his nails digging into my back, his whispered “I love you”—looped in my head, warming my blood more than the workout. The morning sun glinted off the ocean through the gym’s windows, but I barely noticed, lost in the ache of his absence. He’d left at dawn, his FBI badge glinting as he kissed me goodbye, promising to call after his shift.The door creaked, and Marco stepped in, his broad frame tense, his eyes shadowed with bad news. “Boss, there’s a situation,” he said in a low voice. I stepped mid-punch, my breath ragged, and caught the towel he tossed me. Wiping my face, I jerked my chin toward the stairs. “Let’s talk upstairs in my study.”We climbed to my office, the beach house’s polished wood cool under my bare feet. I didn’t bother with a shirt—Ethan’s scent still lingered on my s
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 31. Love Or Lust
Chapter 31: Love Or LustETHAN’S POVLucian’s thrusts were relentless, his grip on my hips bruising as he drove into me, the padded bench creaking beneath us. The red room’s crimson glow bathed his sweat-slicked body, his muscles flexing with every move. “Ju-just like that… daddy!” I gasped, my voice wrecked, pleasure and pain blurring into a haze. His hand wrapped around my dick, stroking fast, and I came hard, my release spilling over his fingers, my body shuddering.He didn’t stop, his growls commanding as he pounded deeper. “You’re fucking sweet,” he snarled, his voice thick with lust. He pulled out, his hand pumping his dick, and I felt the hot splash of his cum across my chest, my face, dripping down my skin. “That’s for being a naughty fucking boy,” he growled, his eyes dark, possessive. I panted, my body trembling, the words sinking into me, filthy and thrilling.We collapsed onto the bench, our breaths heavy, the air thick with the scent of sex and leather. My legs shook
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 30. His Stubborn Obsession
Chapter 30: His Stubborn ObsessionLUCIAN’S POVThe campfire’s glow flickered across Ethan’s face, casting shadows that danced over his sharp cheekbones, his slumped shoulders heavy with a sadness I could feel from the darkness. I crouched in the bushes, my breath shallow, the cold steel of my Glock pressed against my palm. Blackwood Forest was silent, save for the crackle of flames and the gurgle of the nearby stream, but my pulse thundered, a storm of rage and longing tearing me apart. Ethan sat there, oblivious, his knife glinting as he called out, “Who’s there?” His voice trembled, and fuck, it gutted me.I’d been watching him since he ran—since he drugged me, my men, and slipped out of my mansion like a ghost. I’d told Marco to stand down, but that was a lie. I’d watched Ethan’s every move, from the courtroom to his lonely apartment, to this damn campsite. And now, here he was, alone, vulnerable, and breaking my heart with every breath.My fingers tightened on the gun, my jaw cl
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 29. Guilty Or Not
Chapter 29: Guilty Or NotETHAN’S POVThe courtroom smelled of polished wood and nervous sweat, the air thick with anticipation as I stood at the defendant’s table, my hands clammy, my heart hammering. The jury’s eyes bored into me, a mix of pity and suspicion, while the gallery whispered, their murmurs a low hum that grated on my nerves. My bruises throbbed—souvenirs from the directors’ fists in the interrogation room—and my suit, ill-fitting after weeks of stress and hunger, hung loose on my frame. I was alone, or I’d thought, until Vincent Martinez strode in, his briefcase snapping open with a sound that cut through the chaos. “Mr. Vincent,” the judge, a stern woman with gray-streaked hair, said, her voice crisp. “You’re late. Proceed.”Vincent, his silver hair gleaming under the fluorescent lights, offered a curt nod. “My apologies, Your Honor.” He turned to me, his eyes unreadable, and murmured, “Stay calm, Mr. Caldwell. We’ve got this.” His confidence was a lifeline, but the qu
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 28. Trial And Charged
Chapter 28: Trial And ChargedETHAN’S POVThe interrogation room was a concrete box, cold and gray, the fluorescent light overhead buzzing like a swarm of angry wasps. My wrists ached, the handcuffs biting into my skin as I sat at the metal table, my head bowed, my face pressed against the cool surface. Blood trickled from my lip, warm and metallic, pooling on the table in tiny, crimson droplets. My body screamed with every breath, bruises throbbing from the blows I’d taken. The air smelled of sweat and stale coffee, and the silence was heavy, broken only by the shuffle of papers and the low hum of voices across from me. Supervisory Special Agent Reynolds sat flanked by two directors from FBI Headquarters, their suits crisp, their faces carved from stone. Director Hargrove, a wiry man with a hawkish nose, leaned forward, his eyes glinting with contempt. Director Patel, broader, with a shaved head that gleamed under the light, tapped a pen against a stack of files. Reynolds looked tir
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