เข้าสู่ระบบI and Leon didn’t speak to each other anymore throughout the ride, and honestly, I didn’t have a problem with that. I needed to gather my thoughts together. It wasn’t until the car stopped suddenly and he got out without saying anything to me that I started to panic, wondering what was going on.
“Excuse me, where are we?” I called after him as he stepped out of the car, but he didn’t answer me or even act like I was talking to him. The door on my side suddenly opened forcefully, and a stern-looking man dragged me out of the car. “Hey, don’t drag me,” I snapped at him, but he just pushed me forward, forcing me to look around. We were somewhere that looked like an airport. We were close to the tarmac, and there was a helicopter right in front of me. I could see the back view of Leon as he entered it. The stern-looking man pushed me forward again, and I started walking toward the helicopter, stealing glances at him and wondering where the hell he even came from, because he definitely wasn’t the driver. When we finally got into the helicopter, Leon was sitting right next to the pilot, his arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed. He looked so damn good, but I quickly shook my head, remembering he was an asshole. By the time the plane took off, the sky was already becoming bright After about two hours, the helicopter began to descend low, making me realize we would soon land. I peeped out of the window, and I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. A huge, sprawling house sat on an island that looked like it was dozens of miles away from the city. My heart sank the more I looked around the island. The beauty of the mansion and the colorful gardens couldn’t distract me from the fact that the house was the only one on the entire island. There was no other building in sight. I could tell Leon definitely bought the whole island, and for it to belong to him alone, there was no way I was getting off it easily. The helicopter landed, and as soon as Leon stepped out, a number of people came out of the house and bowed to him. It was very obvious that these were his people. Everyone on this island belonged to him, and if I refused to cooperate, there was no way I could escape the island or him. Leon still didn’t say anything to me. He just walked inside the house, and the stern-looking man from earlier pushed me to walk after him. After walking for some time, we got to the down floor, which was also the basement. “This is your room,” Leon finally said to me, and I let out a scoff, shaking my head. “You can’t be serious. This is a goddamn basement,” I replied angrily as I walked fully into the room. It wasn’t bad, not too small or too big and compared to where I imagined I would stay, the room was actually clean. But the problem was the ventilation. Just a small window was the only source of air, and I didn’t like that. It wasn’t like it wouldn’t be enough, but I couldn’t imagine myself getting used to such a small window where I couldn’t even see outside. And the worst part was knowing I would be staying here for a very long time. I couldn’t even imagine living here for three months straight, talkless of a year. I would most likely run mad. Leon was definitely doing everything possible to hide me away from the world and, most especially, from his father. And if I refused to help him and tried to report him after leaving… What would I even say he did? I’m the weak one here, and Leon could easily make something up to the police because of the kind of connections he has. I’d probably be thrown into rehabilitation for a mental disorder. “You really won’t let me live here… right?” I asked him, still looking around the room. “If you want a better place to stay, then you need to work better on your attitude. I will improve your situation if you cooperate with me,” Leon replied coldly. “Put on those shoes.” He pointed at the pair sitting by the door. I looked down at my feet and saw how dirty and bruised they were. That must’ve been why he told me to put something on. “I hate you so much,” I spat at him, glowering at him with all the hatred I could muster. But my look was wasted because Leon didn’t even act like it was him I was talking to, and his expression stayed completely unimpressed.“It's Christmas eve and I plan to cook some food so I can't sleep yet.” My mum said smiling but it was weak and didn't reach her eyes. I could tell that it was also forced. I pulled back to look at her. “I've told you over and over, you don't need to bother. We have a chef that can come here to cook and she can handle it. Also, it's just us. Why do you need to cook?”She shrugged, sipping her coffee. “I haven't spent Christmas with you for a long time and now you’re home. I know Russia’s version isn't the same. It is always cold and gloomy and doesn't have that warm family feel.”I nodded because she was right. I missed spending Christmas with my family. We had flown in a week ago and Vakrez grumbled about the travel, but he came for me. I had to also come because of my brother. He needed me, after all the drama with Leon.My mum set her mug down. “It'll be just us this time around but some neighbors might pop by to probably just drop off cookies or something. Ronan won't mind a fe
Leon’s POVAll I needed right now was a way out of this mess of a marriage I was in. It was all fucked up and I had to fix it without starting a war between her family and mine. My dad was a huge problem on his own. He was powerful and scary as hell. Kael was safe from him for the moment, but if shit went south, I'd be the one he came after and would be blamed for everything.I couldn't forget Ronan was also a boy, a man. If I tried to claim him as mine on my island, my dad would find out because there’s no way I could hide it from him forever.I couldn't even be open about us without giving Dad a reason to go after him. He could set Ronan up easily, get him killed or make him vanish. My dad had that kind of power and connections everywhere. He had money that bought silence and bodies. I had to be smart in everything I would be doing concerning me and Ronan. I had to be very careful and think about every step before I carried them out. There was so much shit to handle and obstacles w
Leon’s POVGod, his ass was so perfect and tight around me, milking my cock. I missed that so much, I missed holding him after, his head on my chest.But secrets, my secrets, the real me, the dark things that I’ve done….if Ronan should find out about them, he wouldn't understand. He'd judge me…and never want to see me in his life again. My dad's voice echoed in my head as I took another sip. “Be a man, straight and strong.” But I wasn't, not with Ronan. He made me want and crave him in ways that made my cock get hard just thinking about it. I stood up and paced the room back and forth. The alcohol was finished in my glass so I grabbed the bottle and drank straight out of it, wincing as it burned my throat. What if I went to him? Knocked on his door, take him back and fuck all the pain we were both feeling away. I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a long sigh, enough of this crap, Leon, just enough. If these feelings were supposed to fade, they would've by now. But why th
Leon’s POVRonan's words kept playing in my head over and over again. I took a big swig of the whiskey in my glass and I didn't even know how many bottles I'd gone through by now. I was so tired, both in my head and in my body. I just wanted this drink to wash away everything I felt. I couldn't sleep, no matter how hard I tried and I kept telling myself I didn't know why, but deep down, I knew, I knew that it was because of him, Ronan.It was probably around 2 a.m, the worst time to be drinking like this. But I'd gotten to a point where I didn't give a damn. The way I was raised, it wasn't right to drink by this time. Hell, my dad thought it wasn't right for us to drink at all. My dad tried to raise me and Kael to be the best sons and decent guys but we weren't even close to being decent. Kael was bad, real bad. And me? I was just as messed up. There was this deep secret between us. It ate at me, especially since Ronan came into my life. I started feeling guilty about stuff I used to
Leon would work me open, adding another finger into my hole, scissoring me while muttering at me to relax.Then his cock would be at the entrance of my hole, blunt and huge, pressing in. I would cry out as he filled me, inch by inch. It would hurt, but the pain was always mixed with pleasure, making me shake.He would start moving with slow thrusts which would later build to hard slams. His hips would slap my ass loudly in the quiet room. “Mine.” he would grunt, his hand on my neck, holding me down. I would push back, meeting him, till I was lost in it. Cum would build fast in my cock and when he reached around to stroke me, I would explode, spilling on the floor and he would follow, his hot seed flooding me and marking me inside.That memory made my body ache now, even as I cried in my mum's arms. I wanted him so bad, I wanted his hands on me again, rough and sure. I wanted to feel him deep inside me, claiming what was his but it was over. I'd pushed him away to keep him safe. My coc
“Mum, just stop this, please. Stop what you're doing.” I cried out, but my mum wasn't listening to me at all. She was too mad, her face red and her eyes sharp. She turned to Leon and pointed at him like he was the worst thing ever.“You need to stay away from my son, forever.” she said, her voice loud and shaky. “My son has made it clear he didn't want to be in this situation with you, but you keep making things difficult for him.” She looked at me then, her eyes soft but demanding. “Tell him, Ronan. Tell him you want him to leave and come back to us. He can't give you the love that you want, Ronan. He won't give it to you, and in the long run, you'll only suffer.”I stared at Leon. God, how I loved this man so much. I loved him with everything I had, no doubt about it. But my mum was right about something. Leon didn't need me in his life. Why? Because I'd put him in more trouble with his dad, and I didn't want that. Over my own happiness, I wanted Leon to be safe. I wanted nothing ba







