Chapter Two

Ethan’s pov

I always thought desperation had a smell, like old beer, sweat, and those cheap takeout containers piled up in the corner. I knew the smell very well, it had been my life for a whole year.

I used to have things going for me. I had a new degree, a decent job in marketing, and even dreams about starting my own business but then my sister’s sickness got worse and the doctor bills piled up. With time, bank people moved in. I lost my job, my apartment, I just didn't want to keep pretending anymore that I wasn’t tired and needed help.

So, when a friend told me about Alexander Veyron, a billionaire known for buying whatever pleasure he wanted in weird ways, I couldn’t ignore it. I went to the fancy penthouse and let the man look at me like I was a gift, and stayed.

Now, sitting in that tall glass room, I felt the pressure of it all. Alexander wasn’t just some guy, he was like a storm in a suit, and sitting across from me with a paper in front of him like it was some holy book.

“You’ll live here,” his voice was smooth but sharp. “You’ll do what I say. You’ll be with me when I want and how I want. I’ll pay your rent, bills, clothes, vacations and you won’t have to worry about food or anything at all. You will also have a weekly allowance sent to your bank.

My mouth was dry, and my heart beating so fast. It was more than I wanted and it sounded so simple, rough and scary.

“What if I don’t?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.

He leaned back, looking amused, and those sharp eyes looking straight at me. “Then you leave. You go back to your dirty little apartment. You go back to begging for anything you can get, you starve or who knows?’’ He gave me a one sided smile ‘‘worse stuffs can even happen’’.

I froze, was that a threat or was I overthinking his words

He stood up, “But we both know you won’t, because you want someone to own you, Ethan. You just don’t know it yet.”

Those words hit me hard, like shame, but even more true.

I signed the paper.

That night, he didn’t wait. He took me to the bedroom, where the walls were glass, and you could see the whole city below. The bed was huge, with black sheets, like Alexander himself.

“Take off your clothes,” he told me.

I hesitated for a second. He looked at me, his eyes sharp and mean, I shook a little. With shaky hands, I took off all my clothes, feeling hot as i stood there naked.

He walked around me slowly, like an animal looking at its food. “Nice body. You’re nervous and shaking but you’re already hard. You think I can’t see that?”

I turned red, feeling ashamed and turned on at the same time. I grabbed the sheet and covered myself, trying to hide my arousal.

He grabbed my face with his hands, making me look up. “Rule one, you don’t hide yourself from me. Ever.” He pushed his thumb against my lip, opening it. “You belong here, on your knees, in my world.”

Before I could speak, his hand was on my throat, not squeezing, just reminding me of who had control, as the other hand slid lower, with a quick movement of his hand, he took the sheets away from me.

My legs nearly gave out as my cock sprang free, hard and aching, the cool air of the penthouse kissing my hot skin.

He grabbed me, stroking me continuously and slowly. My head slammed back lost in pleasure.

“Look at you,” he whispered, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “So hard for me already. So ready to surrender.”

I tried to protest, to hold on to some piece of pride, but the words were lost in my throat, covered up by a moan of pleasure as Alexander’s grip worked me expertly and ruthlessly.

The city roared beneath us, but the only sound I heard was my own breathing and the billionaire’s low growl against my ear. When release tore through me, it was raw, violent, my body jerked as I spilled across his perfect hand. I was breathing hard, shame and pleasure that I have never felt before all at once.

He didn’t speak, he simply brought his slick hand up, rubbing my cum across his lips in a way both strange and intimate.

My breath caught, horror and heat coming up inside me, my cock moved, getting rock hard again.

He smirked when he saw and licked his fingers clean, slowly. “Welcome to my world,” he said softly, like a promise and a threat all at once.

He pulled me up by my hair and threw me onto the bed. I landed hard, fighting for air.

“On your stomach.”

I did what I was told. The first hit of his hand on my butt made me gasp, shocked and wanting it. The second one made me moan.

“You’ll learn to take what I give you,” he said, his voice deep, hitting me again and again until my skin burned. Then he spread me open, hard. He spit in his hand, rubbed himself, and pushed into my hole.

I screamed, grabbing the sheets, feeling his huge dick stretch me out. But he didn’t stop, he went deeper, and with one hand in my hair, he pushed me down.

“Take it,” he growled in my ear. “Take me like you were made for it.”

Every push was hard, I made noises I didn’t know I could make. The bed shook, my body begged for relieve, and tears came to my eyes.

“Beg, Ethan.”

I shook my head, my breathing hard. “N-no—”

He grabbed my throat, squeezing just hard enough to make it hard to breath. “Beg.”

I gave in. “Please… fuck… harder… please!”

“Good boy.”

He fucked me harder and faster, and I was lost in it, in the hurt, in the feeling flooding my body. I came like I have never cum before, with a broken cry, my cum spilling on the sheet.

He didn’t stop, he went until he came inside me with a groan, falling over me, still holding my throat, claiming me. When he was done, He rolled away, lighting a smoke. I lay there, shaking, feeling used. My body hurt, but I have never felt so alive.

“You're mine now,” He said, with smoke coming from his lips. “And tomorrow, we'll see how far you'll go.

I closed my eyes, breathing heavy. I should have felt broken but instead, I felt like I needed it.