Chapter 3: Company

The stranger’s hand rested on the back of my neck like he already owned the right to touch me.

I couldn’t see his face from where I was bent over the couch, Adrian’s cock buried so deep inside me that every breath made me clench around him. My thighs were shaking. My own cock hung heavy and dripping between my legs, ignored and aching. The woman’s heels clicked softly as she circled us, watching.

Adrian’s chest was still pressed to my back. His hand stayed on my throat, not tight enough to hurt, just tight enough to remind me who was in control. When he spoke, his voice was soft and lethal.

“Take your hand off him.”

The stranger didn’t move. “You’ve gotten territorial.”

“I’ve gotten particular.” Adrian’s hips rolled once, slow and deep, forcing a broken sound out of me. “And he is not part of whatever game the two of you are playing.”

The woman laughed under her breath. “Everything is part of the game, Adrian. You taught me that.”

I felt the stranger’s fingers flex against my neck. Then, slowly, he let go. His absence left my skin cold.

Adrian pulled almost all the way out of me, then thrust back in hard enough that my body jolted against the couch. Pleasure sparked white behind my eyes. I bit down on a moan.

“Noah,” Adrian said, calm as if we were discussing the weather. “Look at him.”

I lifted my head with effort.

The stranger was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a black suit that looked like it cost more than my entire life. Dark hair. Cold eyes. A faint scar along his jaw. He looked at me the way a man looked at something he was already calculating how to use.

“This is Elias,” Adrian said, still moving inside me in slow, devastating strokes. “My former business partner. And the woman is Victoria. My ex-wife.”

The words landed like stones.

Ex-wife. Former partner. The two people who apparently hated him enough to show up unannounced while he was buried in me.

Victoria tilted her head. “He’s taking it so well. Did you train him already, or is he naturally this obedient?”

Adrian’s next thrust was sharper. I cried out. My fingers dug into the couch cushions.

“He’s mine,” Adrian said simply. “That’s all you need to know.”

Elias’s gaze dropped to where Adrian’s cock was disappearing into me. Something dark and interested flickered across his face. “Share him and I’ll walk away from the merger dispute.”

The air in the room changed.

Adrian went completely still inside me. I could feel every thick inch of him, the way my body fluttered helplessly around the stretch. My pulse was so loud I was sure they could all hear it.

“No,” Adrian said.

Victoria’s smile was pure poison. “Then we’ll take everything else. The company. The accounts. And when we’re done, there won’t be enough left to keep his mother’s treatments going. How long does she have left without the private care you’re paying for, Noah? Three months? Four?”

My blood turned to ice.

They knew. Of course they knew. That was why I was here in the first place. Adrian had offered to cover every bill, every specialist, every experimental treatment—in exchange for my body. I had said yes because there was no other option.

Now these two were using her like a weapon.

Adrian’s hand slid from my throat to my hair, gripping tight, forcing my head back so I had to look at both of them. He started fucking me again—harder this time, deeper, each thrust punching small, helpless sounds out of me.

“You came into my home,” he said, voice low and vicious. “You put your hands on what belongs to me. And now you’re threatening the one thing I told you never to touch.”

Victoria’s eyes narrowed. “Then give us what we want.”

Adrian’s rhythm never faltered. He fucked me like he had all the time in the world, like the conversation was secondary to the way my body opened for him. My cock swung with every impact, leaking steadily onto the floor. I was so close it hurt. The humiliation of being used in front of them only made the pleasure sharper.

Elias took a step closer. “One night. That’s all I’m asking. Let me have him once and the lawsuit disappears.”

Adrian’s hips snapped forward. I moaned, loud and broken.

“Please,” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for anymore.

Adrian leaned down until his mouth brushed my ear. His voice was for me alone.

“You’re going to come on my cock while they watch. Then I’m going to fill you so full it leaks down your thighs. And after that…” His teeth grazed my lobe. “I’m going to make them regret ever walking through that elevator.”

He reached around and wrapped his fist around my cock.

Two strokes were all it took.

I came with a shattered cry, spilling over his hand and the couch, my hole clamping down around him in helpless pulses. Adrian groaned low in his throat and drove in as deep as he could go, cock throbbing as he emptied inside me in long, hot surges. I felt every pulse. Felt myself overflowing.

For a moment the only sound was our breathing.

Then Adrian pulled out. I felt his release immediately begin to slip down my thighs. He straightened, still holding my hair, and looked at Elias and Victoria like a man who had already decided how they were going to bleed.

“Get out,” he said quietly.

Victoria’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “This isn’t over.”

“No,” Adrian agreed. “It isn’t.”

They turned toward the elevator. Elias paused just long enough to glance back at me—messy, trembling, Adrian’s cum streaking down my legs—and something like promise darkened his expression.

The elevator doors closed.

Silence.

Adrian released my hair. His hand settled on the small of my back, almost gentle.

“Shower,” he said. “Then bed. You’re going to need your strength.”

I pushed myself up on shaking arms and turned to look at him. His eyes were still hard, still furious, but when they met mine something else moved underneath.

“What happens now?” I asked, voice rough.

Adrian stepped in close, cupped my jaw, and wiped a smear of spit from the corner of my mouth with his thumb.

“Now,” he said softly, “I teach them what happens when they threaten what’s mine.”

He leaned in until his lips almost touched mine.

“And tomorrow morning, Noah… you’re going to help me do it.”