Aiden’s mouth was warm. His kiss was not cruel or demanding. It was desperate in a way that made Jace ache. Jace tried to shove the guilt down his throat. For one second, he gripped Aiden’s arm as though he wanted to stop him. He even opened his mouth, ready to break the kiss apart. But then aiden deepened his kiss. He tilted his head, tongue slipping past Jace’s lips. Heat coiled low in Jace’s belly. A moan slipped out before he could catch it, and the taste of Aiden sent his control spiraling. Instead of pulling away... Jace leaned in. He kissed Aiden back. The world around them seemed to blurr, the memory of Elias, the sting of betrayal, the humiliation that had made him feel ashamed. All that mattered at this moment was Aiden’s mouth on his, the way his fingers tightened on Jace’s jaw like he was afraid Jace might disappear again. “Jace,” Aiden whispered against his lips, voice hoarse, trembling with want. Jace didn’t answer with words. He dragged him inside, slamming the d
Jace hesitated. It was true. Watching Elias fuck Lucas... watching the way Elias dominated him, made him moan,... had turned him on. His cock had ached in the steel cuffs, his trousers soaked with cum and shame. But how the hell could he admit that? His boyfriend was fucking another man right in front of him and Jace, was enjoying it. Was he okay? The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room as Elias rammed harder into Lucas. Sweat glistened across Elias’s back, his muscles taut, his grip bruising Lucas’s hips. Lucas cried out with every thrust, voice hoarse, his body shuddering under the force of it. Elias’s face was twisted in concentration, his jaw tight, his eyes dark and burning as if each thrust was meant to prove something— to Jace. Then, with a ragged cry, Lucas’s body convulsed. His cock jerked violently as he spilled across the polished surface of the desk, cum streaking the dark wood beneath him. He collapsed forward, his chest pressing against the table,
Elias’s hands gripped the back of Lucas’s neck, pulling him closer, their mouths colliding in a clash of dominance and sumission. Elias setting the rhythm with Lucas melting into it. Elias kissed like he was staking a claim on Lucas. Jace’s throat went dry. He couldn't look away. He tried to shut his eyes and block it out. But he couldn’t. Every wet sound of lips and every muffled moan dragged him deeper. His cock hard, heavy in his trousers betraying him completely. Elias broke the kiss with a wet pull, his thumb brushing over Lucas’s swollen mouth. “On your knees.” The command cracked through the room, low and rough. Jace’s chest constricted. He remembered when elias had told him that exact words before. He remembered the feeling it gave him. Lucas obeyed instantly, dropping to the floor. His silk shirt hung loose, the wide collar sliding off one shoulder, exposing more skin and the dip of his collarbone. His eyes flicked upward submissively waiting for Elias’s approval. El
Elias sat in the dark. The mansion was silent, He had not bothered with the light. Instead, he sat in the armchair at the far corner of his bedroom, a glass of untouched whiskey warming in his hand, his eyes fixed on the other seat across the room. On him. Jace sat there, and elias watched as his chest slowly rose and fell. His face was turned slightly toward the window, the dim glow of the city brushing over his features, softening the sharp lines of his jaw. He looked peaceful and so beautiful. Elias’s jaw flexed. Maybe he overreacted. He should not have gone too far. He did not need to drug jace. Those were the first thoughts that clawed through him now. But it was rage that consumed him... Elias had been drowning in it ever since the incident in the restroom. The image burned in his mind. Jace flushed....his lips parted.... his trousers undone. Aiden on his knees...taking him into his mouth. The image carved itself into him with a viciousness he could not shake. The sound
The slam of the restroom door echoed behind him, but Elias barely registered it. He stood frozen at the entrance of the restroom, every muscle locked, his jaw clenched so hard it ached. The sight in front of him had cut deeper than anyone could have imagined. Jace, the man who was supposed to be his, pinned against the sink while Aiden was on his knees with his mouth wrapped around him. For a moment, Elias could not breathe. His chest felt too tight, too heavy, like someone had shoved a fist through his ribs and twisted. He was not the type to crumble....was not the type to bleed where people could see either but the raw sting of betrayal seared through him. Jace’s wide panicked eyes found him immediately. Their gazes collided. Jace’s lips parted, as though he was trying to explain. Elias turned away, jace seemed to have moved, pushing forward, desperate to follow him. But Aiden’s hand shot out, stopping him. Elias caught it in the corner of his vision...the way Aiden leaned close,
Jace shifted uncomfortably in his chair, biting down on the inside of his cheek. His cock strained painfully against his trousers, the dark fabric already marked by a wet patch of precum. Heat rushed to his face. If anyone noticed he was done for. Shit. He grabbed the nearest file and angled it over his lap, rising carefully from his seat. His movements were stiff and calculated, every step an effort not to reveal himself. He kept his gaze fixed straight ahead, ignoring the curious glances of coworkers, praying no one would stop him, no one would see. By the time he reached the restroom, his heart was pounding hard enough that it drowned out his thoughts. He released a shaky breath when he realized the space was empty. Thank Goddness. He turned on the faucet, checking for water. The rush of it filled the silence, grounding him. Relief pooled through him as he unbuckled his trousers and tugged them down just enough to reach the damp stain. He began scrubbing at it with hurried, ner