LOGINElias's grip tightened around Jace's wrist, pulling him closer until their bodies were flush, the heat between them undeniable. His voice was a low growl in Jace's ear. "You're mine now," he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of Jace's jaw. "And I'll make you beg for every inch of me." ......... Jace Rivera is a man on a mission. A struggling artist and bartender, he's desperate to save his brother, Noah, who is dying from a critical illness and needs a kidney transplant. With no money and no hope of finding a donor, Jace's only option is to destroy the Crane family from within. His plan? Seduce Elias Crane-the handsome, emotionally detached heir to the Crane fortune-and use him to exact his revenge. But Elias is more dangerous, more seductive than Jace ever imagined. The closer he gets to the puzzling billionaire, the more he's pulled into a web of obsession, betrayal, and forbidden desire. What starts as a quest for vengeance becomes a fight for survival, as Jace realizes his feelings for Elias are more complex than mere revenge. In a dangerous game of power and passion, Jace will have to decide if his need for justice outweighs the love he's unwilling to admit. Will he risk it all to bring down the Crane empire-or will the fire between him and Elias burn everything to the ground?
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“On your knees.” Jace didn’t hesitate. The words lit something hot in his chest—shame, lust, obedience—and he slid to the polished floor without a sound. The marble felt cool against his skin, a sharp contrast to the fire spreading under it. Elias stood before him, shirt undone, slacks low on his hips, eyes dark and dangerous. The penthouse lights bathed his body in soft gold, outlining muscle and power and control Jace could never quite strip away. “You know what I want.” Elias’s voice was low, rich, unforgiving. Jace’s breath trembled. “Yes.” Elias didn’t say another word. He unzipped his pants, he was thick, throbbing, and hard already. He took a fistful of Jace’s hair and tilted his face upward. He dragged his huge cock across his lips. “Open that mouth. Show me what it's made for.” Jace obeyed, lips parting, tongue teasing the tip of elias cock. Elias hissed through his teeth. “Don’t tease me, pretty boy. You don’t get to play with me tonight.” Elias thrust in deep, his hand guiding the pace—rough, greedy, relentless. Jace gagged once, then found the rhythm. His hands gripped Elias’s thighs, nails digging in for balance. He let Elias take what he wanted. “You like this don't you?” Elias growled. “You like being my little plaything?” Jace moaned around him, cheeks flushed, blue eyes glassy with lust and something darker. He hated Elias but what He hated more was how much he liked it, how his body ached for Elias’s voice, his control, the way he touched him like he owned him. “Fuck, just like that,” Elias murmured, thrusting deeper. “So obedient. So filthy.” When he pulled out, Jace was panting, lips swollen, saliva clinging to his chin. Elias smirked. “On the bed. Face down.” Jace crawled across the mattress, arching his back, presenting himself just how he knew Elias liked it—slender and trembling, ass up, thighs parted. He didn’t have to be told twice anymore. He knew what exactly Elias wanted. Elias climbed behind him, large hands gripping his hips. He slid his cock along the cleft of Jace’s ass, slow and teasing. “Beg for it,” he ordered. “Please...Elias,” Jace gasped. “Fuck me.Use me.” “Is that what you want?” Elias whispered against his ear. “To be my little slut?” “Yes, daddy. I want you to fuck me... fuck me hard” The sound Elias made wasn’t quite a growl, wasn’t quite a laugh. He pushed in hard, stealing Jace’s breath. No hesitation. No mercy. Just control. Jace cried out, pleasure slamming into him in waves. Every thrust was brutal and perfect. Elias fucked like he owned him—and Jace let him. But just as Jace began to slip under, Elias leaned down again, breath hot on his neck. “You thought you were using me, didn’t you?” Jace stiffened beneath him. “I know who you are,” Elias murmured. “I know about your parents. I know why you’re really here.” Jace’s blood ran cold. Elias licked the shell of his ear. “But it’s cute that you thought you had the upper hand.” He thrust deeper—harder, jace moans. “Now, let’s see how far you’ll go to keep your little secret, sweetheart.”(A few days earlier)He stood there staring at the camera for almost five minutes the night he found it, feeling his heart slip lower and lower in his chest. Whoever planted it had been in his room.....Whoever planted it had been watching him..... Whoever planted it was inside his home.He felt sick just thinking about it.And the worst part? He already had a list of suspects.Morgan, Mo and Ben.Three new employees he had hired barely weeks after the separation, when everything was already falling apart. They were additions he thought would make things easier, but instead they had become shadows he did not know if he could trust.Morgan especially.The way he had looked at Jace... the way he seemed to be trying too hard to make Jace trust him.Morgan and Mo were the only ones with access to his room. And that day when he confronted them and asked whether any of them were spying on him, they both lied. They said they were with Mila, but Mila told him they were not.That alone told Jac
Jace’s eyelids fluttered, heavy and grainy, as if someone had stuffed sand beneath them while he was unconscious. A dull ringing pressed against the inside of his skull, and for a moment he could not remember where he was, or why he felt as though his blood had turned thick and sluggish. He inhaled, expecting to smell his sofa, or the citrusy scent of the water he had been handed earlier.But the air was wrong.It was cold, damp, and smelled metallic.He opened his eyes fully, and his chest tightened.This was not his living room.He was not on any surface he recognised.The world around him came into focus slowly, cracked concrete floors, towering rust-eaten metal beams, and broken windows where the moonlight sliced in faint streaks. The place looked abandoned… an old warehouse long forgotten by everyone except ghosts and criminals. The faint drip of water echoed from somewhere distant, creating a hollow rhythm that made the silence even worse.His wrists burned.When he moved, somet
Jace had been staring at the man for what felt like hours before the officers had forced him into the back of the van, yelling, panicking, insisting that he was not Aiden Hale. The officers had remained unmoved, professional, relentless, and in the end, it hadn’t mattered. They pulled out the identification card.Jace remembered the officer holding it up, the way Ben had squinted at it, voice shaking. “That is not me! I am Ben not Aiden!”The officer’s gaze was steady. “You already confirmed that that was your picture.”Victor’s eyes had widened in disbelief as he stared at the photo. Then, reluctantly, he had whispered, “Yes… that is me but that is not my name.”The handcuffs had clicked around Ben's wrists, cold steel biting into his skin, and the officers had forced him into the van. The engine roared to life, tires crunching against the gravel driveway as the van pulled away, carrying away the source of so much suffering. Jace walked back into his house and leaned against the wal
The tension in the room was suffocating, dense enough to make breathing feel complicated.Aiden kept his posture relaxed, hands loose at his sides, expression neutral. Inside, however, the pressure was building and the fear had sharpened into something thin and lethal, something that forced him to stay alert, stay clever, stay several steps ahead.Because one mistake…One wrong breath…And everything would unravel.The police had set up a small workstation on the coffee table. One was typing into his system, cross-checking digital databases. The other was on the house landline, speaking to someone about biometric verification protocols. Every now and then, both officers would glance between their devices and the two suspects.Every time their eyes passed over him, Aiden’s heartbeat kicked just a little harder.He could not afford a single slip.He could not afford discovery.Then, a vibration buzzed silently through his palm. Aiden’s phone, tucked deep in his pocket.He did not react
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