ログインThe cabin of the private jet submerged into a deathly silence.I was goddamn surprised by Frederick’s words.Had I perhaps misheard? Was the lack of air from the altitude making me hallucinate?Had Frederick truly just blurted out before everyone that I was his goddamn partner?What the absolute fuck was passing through his sick head!I turned my gaze quickly toward the floor, where Logan spat a thread of blood over the upholstery, holding his ribs with a grimace of pure pain.He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and looked up."You're... you're completely insane, Bayron," Logan managed to articulate through his teeth. "Everyone knows... everyone knows he is your brother by obligation… nobody is going to believe it goes beyond that…."Frederick let out a sharp laugh that made my skin crawl.He got off Logan in a single fluid movement and arranged the cuffs of his black shirt, wiping a red stain from the fabric of his dress pants."Oh, really?!" Frederick mocked. "Well, you see
"Measure your goddamn words, Logan," Frederick warned him. "You are alive on this plane only because Luke asked me not to leave your body floating on the cliff of your property. Don't tempt your luck twice in less than a day.""Oh, really?! Are you going to threaten me here up top too, Bayron?!" Logan retorted to him, taking a step forward in his seat. "You entered my private villa with a weapon, you hit my face in front of my guests, and now you act like you are the owner of the world! Your brother is a murderer and you are a goddamn controlling sick man who cannot stand to see anyone else touch what isn't even yours.""I told you to shut your mouth, you piece-of-shit civil!" Frederick roared, with his hands closing into fists over his thighs. "You know absolutely nothing! So, sit down once and for all, fuck! Don't make things worse now!"."I am not going to shut up, Frederick!" Logan went further, striking the folding table with the palm of his hand. "I know perfectly well how sick
Frederick stopped, looked at me with an expression where fury was tinged with absolute contempt, and walked toward me."A farce?!" he let out a dry laugh. "Do you truly believe I would waste my time staging a public murder just to remove you from the arms of that starving wretch?! Look at it yourself."Immediately, he elevated his phone, typed on the screen with fury for two seconds, and slammed it directly against my chest, forcing me to take the device.I took the phone with trembling hands and slid my finger across the screen. Shit. My eyes ran over the pixelated images with an absolute stupor. Yes, it was a piece of breaking news on the central portal of the police. Scarcely an hour ago they had published the photographs of Rusty being dragged into the back of a patrol car, with his shirt stained with a thick red and his face distorted by drunkenness. I went down toward the section of public forums and read the comments that were accumulating by the hundreds, a wave of social
LUKE'S POV Frederick’s words remained floating in the air, repeating in my head over and over again:"I don't like men, Luke... only you."I felt the entire universe grind to a halt. Never, even in my worst delusions, did I imagine that this man who threatened me with a Glock was capable of confessing such a raw obsession. I tried to say something, to open my mouth to let out an acidic retort, but right in that precise millisecond, the phone he had tossed onto the sofa rang again.*BZZZ! BZZZ! BZZZ!*Frederick let out a harsh curse between his teeth, got up from the mattress with a swift movement, and picked up the device."Marcus! It better be that the city is burning down!" Frederick snapped, striding toward the bathroom.He closed the door halfway, leaving a small crack through which the murmur of his furious voice began to filter.I was left alone in the middle of the messy mattress, listening to the murmur of his voice arguing on the other side of the glass. I took advantage o
I didn't care at all about what Rusty had done, nor even if Luke refused my masturbations or if he tried to stop me.I plunged my tongue with force inside his mouth, tasting the sweetness of his saliva without asking permission.I expected a retort, an annoyed push of his hands against my chest, but contrary to everything my mind expected, Luke let out a muffled gasp against my lips and began to move his own hips to the rhythmic beat of my fingers on his dick.That simple and treacherous action of his flesh caused me to finish going completely crazy in the middle of the quilt.My movements became much more savage. My kisses turned rough, devouring his mouth while my own dick rubbed over and over against the inner part of his bare leg.I was a goddamn beast ready to enjoy its prey in the middle of the chaos.I pulled away a millimeter from his mouth, biting his lower lip with enough force to make him let out a muffled groan of lewd pain."Do you have condoms, Luke?" I hissed in his ear
FREDERICK’S POV(Right when Rusty was murdering the bartender)I was in the perfect position to prove to Luke once and for all who the fuck his owner was. My knee pressed into the mattress, sinking right between his bare thighs, while my eyes devoured every centimeter of his skin.I had him cornered just the way I wanted him.But right when I was about to stretch my right hand toward his crotch to take his hard dick and begin my exploit, a shrill sound ripped through the room's air. *BZZZ... BZZZ... BZZZ…*My cell phone began to ring insistently inside the pocket of my dress pants, thrown on the floor."Ignore it," I hissed, fixing my ice gaze on his damp lips. "That goddamn call is not going to stop what I'm about to do to you on this bed, little bird.""It could be Richard, Frederick," Luke provoked, forcing a cynical smile despite the trembling of his ribs. "Your beloved father doesn't usually call at these hours unless the docks business is sinking. You should answer."The goddam







