CHAPTER 8

HIROTO'S POV

The lie to Kenji was the easiest and hardest thing I’d ever done. I told him my aunt in the countryside had taken a fall and I needed to help her for the weekend. He’d hugged me, told me to "stay safe," and even offered to lend me some cash for the train. I felt like a piece of shit as I climbed into the back of the sleek, black Audi that pulled up to the dorms at exactly noon on Saturday.

The drive was silent. The driver didn’t speak, and I spent the hour staring at my reflection in the tinted glass, wondering if the "Golden Boy" was still in there somewhere or if he’d been completely drowned by Cinder.

Neven lived in an estate perched on a cliffside overlooking the grey, churning sea. I don't know why I was surprised that he was living in an estate all by himself when he was a Karlsson, of course he had the money.

When the front doors swung open, Neven was standing in the foyer. He was wearing a black silk robe, tied loosely at the waist, his chest bare and glistening as if he’d just stepped out of a pool.

"Welcome to my home, Hiroto," he said, his voice echoing in the marble hall.

He didn't take my bag. He didn't offer me a drink. He walked over and hooked a finger into the silver ring of my collar, pulling me close until our chests brushed. "My butler will show you to the guest suite before he leaves. Your 'uniform' is on the bed. Put it on and meet me in the dining hall in ten minutes."

The guest suite was larger than my entire dorm floor, but I barely noticed the view. My eyes were locked on the bed.

“I'll take my leave then,” Butler Harry bowed his head as he excused himself. It made sense that Neven would want us to be completely alone for the weekend.

The "uniform" was a pair of sheer, black lace briefs and a matching harness made of thin leather straps that crisscrossed over my chest, pulling my nipples into tight, sensitive peaks.

My hands shook as I stripped. I felt a wave of heat wash over me as I fastened the buckles of the harness. It was erotic and lewd, a costume designed to make me into an object—his object.

When I walked into the dining hall, the cold air bit at my exposed skin.

Neven was sitting at the head of a long table, a plate of steak and a glass of deep red wine in front of him. He looked up, his eyes darkening as they swept over my body.

"Serve the wine, Cinder," he commanded, gesturing to the decanter on the sideboard.

I walked over, my bare feet silent on the stone floor. As I leaned over to fill his glass, the harness pulled tight, forcing my back to arch. I could feel his gaze burning into the curve of my ass, which was barely covered by the lace.

"You look... delicious," he murmured. He didn't take the glass. Instead, he reached out and gripped my waist, pulling me between his legs. The silk of his robe felt cold against my thighs.

He pushed the plate aside and hiked his robe up, revealing his massive, stone-hard cock. It was already leaking, the tip glistening. "I'm not hungry for food anymore. Kneel."

I dropped to my knees between his thighs. I didn't need to be told twice. I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the broad head of his dick while he groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. He pushed deep, hitting the back of my throat, forcing me to gag, but I didn't pull away. I wanted this. I wanted to be filled by him until I couldn't remember my own name.

"Enough," he rasped, pulling me up by my hair.

He didn't lead me to a bed. He cleared the table with one violent sweep of his arm, the crystal glass shattering on the floor. He lifted me up and slammed me onto the hard surface.

"Spread them," he growled.

I gripped the edges of the table, my legs falling open wide. He didn't use any lube; he just spat on his hand and rubbed it over my entrance, which was already twitching in anticipation. He inserted one finger and I tightened around him, my body shaking with anticipation. I wanted something bigger but he seemed to enjoy teasing me.

“Neven,” I moaned.

“Now that I think about it, shouldn't you be the one servicing me?” He smirked.

“I—” he took out his finger before I could say anything else.

“I want you to entertain me,” he tilted his head. “Play with yourself.”