Elias'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?
Lihat lebih banyakPROLOGUE
“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.”Jace woke up with a pounding headache and a bitter taste in his mouth. The room was still dark, save for the sliver of light creeping through the old blinds. His clothes were in a heap. The bottle of cheap alcohol was still uncapped on the table. Half full. Or half empty. He groaned and rubbed a hand over his face. His thoughts were murky, swimming in last night’s wine and humiliation. He’d gone out drinking after the ball, trying to forget the way Victor Crane had poured wine on him twice and how Elias, the man who had whispered he was "falling" for him, had just stood there like a mountain. unmovable. What the hell was he expecting? From the son of the man who’d destroyed his family? He sat up slowly, glancing at his phone. There was a message from the hospital. 'Noah’s vitals are improving. Still stable.' It wasn’t a miracle. But it was something. Noah was fighting. That alone was enough reason for Jace to keep moving even if his heart felt like a ruined battlefield and hi
The ballroom glittered with gold and crystal, laughter echoing under chandeliers that sparkled like falling stars. Music drifted from a string quartet nestled in the corner, and the scent of wealth, of expensive perfume, aged wine, and polished arrogance hung thick in the air. Jace stood at Elias’s side, dressed in a sleek deep navy, Italian-cut, with subtle silk detailing along the lapels. The one Elias had gotten for him.The suit that hugged his form like sin. Yet, despite the luxury, all he could hear was one thing. “I think I’m falling for you, Jace.” Elias’s words had been a whisper against his skin, spoken in the dark while their bodies were tangled and slick with sweat. But now, under the harsh glow of society’s watchful eyes, they clung to Jace’s mind like a cruel echo. He replayed it again and again. Had he meant it? Or was it just sex talk? Elias looked as composed as ever—calm, confident, that signature Crane detachment in place like a perfectly tailored mask. Jace wa
The next morning at Crane Corp, the air still carried remnants of the tension from the previous day. After the humiliating conference room scene, Jace kept his head low, focused on the work piling up on his screen. Though his pride still ached, he reminded himself of the bigger picture. This job, no matter how twisted, paid well enough to keep his brother’s treatments going. By midday, Elias’s assistant appeared at Jace’s cubicle. "Mr. Crane wants to see you in his office." Jace hesitated, heart thudding. He’d barely looked at Elias since yesterday. But he stood up, composed himself, and walked into the lion’s den. Elias stood by the window, back turned, his tall frame silhouetted by sunlight. When he turned, his eyes softened. "Close the door." Jace obeyed silently. "I owe you an apology," Elias began, voice low. "My father was out of line. What he did in that meeting... it won’t happen again." Jace studied him, arms crossed. "He made it very clear how he sees me." "And I mad
Jace had seduced Elias to get close to the file, but he had failed to retrieve it. Noah was back in the ICU, and the bills were doubling by the hour. Jace’s world was falling apart. It felt like the world was out to get him at this point. Jace had lost his bartending gig because he hadn't showed up for work for weeks due to Noah's last surgery and recovery. He had no way to pay the bills but the bills didn't care, they had to be paid or else jace would be starving, homeless or worse he could loose his younger brother. Jace had no choice. His pride was already in pieces—what was one more crack in the glass? The job he seduced Elias to get....He took it. He hated that he needed the Crane's help so much, this was not part of the plan. Now Jace had to work for the man that killed his parents. --------- Jace's official onboarding at Crane Corp was rushed but meticulous. Paperwork, confidentiality agreements, access badges—all signed and sealed within a day. His position? Office a
Days passed since Jace stood breathless in Elias’s office, tangled in lust and guilt. Now, he was home-alone-happy -for the first time in what felt like forever. The morning light streamed through the tall windows of his small apartment, casting a honeyed glow across the cluttered space. His easel, long abandoned, stood by the window like a forgotten lover. Today, he returned to it. Jace’s fingers were already stained with streaks of cobalt and ochre as he dipped the brush again, slowly dragging it across the canvas. The face that began to form was not a person, not exactly. It was warmth, softness—hope. The painting was for Noah. Noah, who had woken up three days ago. Noah, who smiled weakly and squeezed his hand. Jace had cried then. Quiet, private sobs that never reached anyone’s ears. For once, it wasn’t about pain—it was relief. The knot in his chest loosened just enough to let him breathe. So he painted. Each stroke on the canvas was gentle but purposeful. A sky that b
Jace froze. The drawer handle was still warm under his fingertips when the voice echoed from behind him like a gunshot. “What are you looking for… Jace?” He turned slowly. Elias stood at the door, one brow raised, the edge of amusement and suspicion twisting his mouth. His dark eyes were impossible to read, and for a terrifying second, Jace thought it was over. The plan. The revenge. Everything. Think. Fast. “I…” Jace cleared his throat, heart pounding. “I was just… curious. I mean, your office is kind of intimidating. I got bored waiting, and I thought I’d take a look around. Sorry, I snooped.” Elias didn’t say anything at first. He stepped forward, one foot in front of the other, slow and calculated, like a predator deciding whether to strike or play with its prey. Jace kept still, hoping his face wasn’t betraying anything. “No problem,” Elias murmured as he reached him, voice dropping an octave. “No one’s on this floor.” And then he grabbed Jace’s face and kissed him
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