MasukTHIRD PERSON POVFrederick Bayron’s mind was a devastated battlefield.The alcohol had not silenced his demons; it had only given them sharper knives.As he left Luke’s room, the mansion’s hallway seemed to stretch like an elastic band.His steps, usually firm and calculated, were now clumsy, making him stagger from one wall to another while the opulent mansion spun in a vortex of shadows and distorted lights.The world was spinning, but at the center of that dizzying whirlpool, the vision of Luke naked under the white light of his room remained intact, burning his retinas.Frederick would close his eyes and could see every inch of that pale skin: the taut arch of his neck, the collarbones marked by agitation, his chest rising and falling in an erratic rhythm.But above all, his thoughts stopped with a sick fixation on the boy’s crotch, on that erection that screamed a truth Frederick did not want to process.That image haunted him as he reached his own room, and he shoved the door op
LUKE’S POV1 hour laterI sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the ring on my middle finger. The damn blue diamond seemed to mock me with every flash under the white ceiling light. I felt a constant pressure, a kind of imaginary electrical hum that reminded me every second that I belonged to the Bayrons."Damn it..." I growled, clenching my teeth until my jaw ached. "How did I end up in this hole?"I jumped to my feet, fury burning inside me. I walked toward the full-length mirror and faced my own reflection. I hated the expensive sweater they had forced me to wear and the way my eyes looked like those of a condemned man."You're an idiot, Luke," I recriminated myself in silence, clenching my fists until my nails dug into my palms. "You should have faced him years ago. You should have reported the harassment instead of seeking refuge in the arms of a coward like Rusty."Rage burned in my chest, a raw, masculine fury that wanted to explode against the walls. But I couldn't even vent my
THIRD PERSON POVRusty Bayron felt like a god. Under the yellowish glow of the hallway lamps, he observed Luke’s face with an almost religious fascination.The adrenaline rush from the alcohol and the power of blackmail made him believe that Luke was, finally, a puppet whose strings he pulled at will.Rusty didn't want Luke for his soul; he wanted him because he was a piece of hard-to-get porcelain that validated his status.Seeing him tremble fed his wounded ego, reconstructing the masculinity that Frederick had snatched from him hours earlier."You have no way out, Luke," Rusty hissed, pressing his face against the boy's and inhaling the fear emanating from his pores. "That 'good student' arrogance crumbles when you know I can destroy you with a single click."Luke clenched his teeth, his face millimeters from Rusty’s. The disgust in his eyes was almost tangible."You aren't a god, Rusty," Luke retorted, his voice dripping with icy hatred. "Do you think I care about reputation? It w
Luke didn't shrink away; quite the opposite. Despite the lack of air, his eyes locked onto mine with a spark of defiance that set me on fire inside."Let go of me, Rusty!" he managed to say, clenching his teeth and grabbing my arm with his hands to try to push it away. "I don't give a damn what you think. Frederick at least isn't a coward who needs to hide behind a bet to touch me.""Don't talk about him!" I pressed harder, enjoying how his face began to redden. "Do you like it now? Do you like being the heir's lapdog?""I'm sick of you and your stupid game!" Luke kneeled me in the thigh, but I barely moved. "Do whatever you want! Let Frederick do whatever he wants! I don't care anymore!"Those words were like gasoline. Irrational jealousy clouded my vision.The idea that he no longer cared what I felt, or what I did to him, drove me crazy."I care because I had you first!" I roared, losing control.In a fit, I leaned my face in, seeking his lips by force, wanting to reclaim that terr
I felt so furious, so charged with a violent energy, that I needed to drain it somehow.I quickly reached for the intercom and called the waiter, who appeared in the private room within a few minutes."Mr. Bayron," the man said, looking impeccable."Bring me someone. Any girl. One who knows how to keep her mouth shut and her legs open.""Right away," the waiter said before leaving the room.A few minutes later, the door opened and a woman in a sequined dress that was far too short walked in.She was one of the regulars, a bitch who sold her body to the highest bidder.She approached me with a practiced smile and sat on my lap while her hands went straight to my chest."You seem very tense, handsome," she purred, running her nails along the back of my neck and beginning to kiss my throat. "Let me help you with that."Her fingers moved down my abdomen, unbuckling my belt.My body reacted by instinct. I felt the blood rush to my crotch, causing my cock to start hardening."My... it seems
No one said another word. They only nodded and returned to their seats, their faces pale. I didn't look at Luke; I just walked to the head of the table opposite my father and signaled to him. He sat in a chair right behind me, where the inner circle was located."Where is your brother?" my father asked, frowning."What the fuck do I care," I replied, sitting down. "I’m nobody’s babysitter."My father pursed his lips, about to say something, but at that moment the door opened and Rusty entered, looking agitated. His gaze swept across the table until it stopped on Luke. There was a strange intrigue in his eyes, a mixture of jealousy and curiosity that made me grit my teeth."Sit down and stop wasting our time, Rusty," I ordered him.He shook his head and took the empty seat next to me. Without waiting any longer, Richard cleared his throat and tapped the table, starting the meeting."Fine," my father said. "We have a problem with the Hong Kong Triad. They are moving pieces in London tha







