LOGINDaniel found his uncle halfway through dinner.He didn't bother announcing himself. He walked into the dining room, glanced at the food on the table, and pulled out the chair opposite Richard Blackwell.“Godfather.”Blackwell looked up from his plate.“Great Dane.”“You're eating without me.” Daniel said as he settled into his chair.Richard looked up from his plate. “I thought you wouldn't come until nightfall.”“That's a terrible excuse.”“Don’t stress me out, Daniel.”Daniel grinned and reached for a serving spoon.Richard watched him help himself to food before returning to his own meal.Daniel took a bite, then glanced at the clock on the wall. “Why are you eating so early?”“Doctor's recommendation.”Daniel looked at him again. “What happened?”“Apparently, eating after five in the evening gives me indigestion. I've been experiencing stomach bloating, and my doctor thinks an earlier dinner might help.”Daniel stared at him for a moment.“You're getting old.”“I'm not getting old
Lucien has lost all composure at this point, now turned into something feral. Like a predator claiming his territory with a violent, rhythmic intensity. He was slamming into Noah without a shred of mercy, his heavy, fully clothed frame providing a stark, oppressive contrast to Noah’s pale, trembling nakedness. The only part of Lucien’s attire that had given way was his pants, shoved down to his hips; just enough to free his thick, pulsing cock, which was currently burying itself deep within Noah’s heat with every punishing thrust.Noah was pinned flat against the mattress, his body pushed to its absolute limit. His legs were shoved back behind his ears, his hips tilted upward in a position of total vulnerability that left his entrance wide open and glistening. He looked like a broken doll, his spine arching with every impact, his breath coming in jagged, broken sobs. But despite the brutality of the pace, Noah’s body didn't protest; instead, it welcomed the invasion, his walls clampin
(Noah's POV) I stayed in his arms, still sitting on his thick, softening cock. The silence of the room was heavy, filled only with the sound of our synchronized breathing. I felt a profound sense of peace, a rare stillness that only happened when I was completely entwined with him. Lucien eventually pulled back, his arms lingering on my waist as he looked into my eyes. His eyes were still a bit glazed, the intensity of his climax leaving him momentarily vulnerable. “Satisfied?” he rasped. I leaned my forehead against his, nodding slowly. “Hmm.” A small, knowing smirk played on his lips. “Where did you learn to ride so good?” I felt a flush creep up my neck, a playful shiver running through me. “I just had to fantasize about it,” I whispered. His eyebrows shot up, a flash of genuine curiosity crossing his face. “Really? You fantasize about us?” I pulled back just enough to look him in the eye, teasing. “Yeah. You don’t?” Lucien let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated t
(Noah's POV)I looked down at Lucien, my breath still hitching from the effort of making him cum. He sat there on the edge of the bed, looking every bit the powerful Mafia Don in his all black clothing, yet completely undone by the sight of his cock— thick, glistening, and still pulsing— protruding from his open zipper.He looked up at me, his eyes hazy, a mixture of post-orgasmic bliss and lingering hunger. “Baby,” he rasped, his voice a low vibration that made my toes curl. “What are you really up to?”I wanted to tell him the truth, that I have doubts in my mind. That I'm worried he's not as into me, as I am into him.Lucien always had a way to make me submit to his will during sex, it's like an unspoken rule; bend to Dom's will. Even when the sex is not very wild, I unconsciously submit and become a pillow princess. And I love that, I love being his pillow princess, but now knowing Lucien was always high, I doubted if he actually enjoys sex with me. He has said he does, but I can'
“I did it,” Lucien looked deep into Noah's eyes, his expression softening with pride. “Yes, sweetheart. You did.” The rush of adrenaline from overcoming his fear merged with the warmth of Lucien’s approval, and Noah felt a sudden, violent surge of blood rush to his cock. He threw his arms around Lucien, hugging him tight, pressing his hardening length against Lucien's thigh. When he finally pulled away, his cheeks were flushed. “I'm so happy, I got an erection from happiness,” he admitted breathlessly. Lucien chuckled, the sound low and vibrating in his chest. He didn't waste a second, pulling Noah back into a sweet, hungry kiss. His large hands slid down to grip Noah's waist, fingers digging in before sliding lower to grope Noah's ass, squeezing the soft cheeks firmly as he kissed him deeply, their tongues dancing in a desperate rhythm. When they finally broke for air, Noah leaned back, a playful, needy glint in his eyes. He remembered the rewards Lucien gave him for being a go
“No.”Lucien looked down at him.Noah lifted his head. He was still pale, and his eyes were damp with the effort of holding himself together, but there was something different in his expression now.“I want to hold it.”Lucien studied him. “Are you sure?”Noah nodded.He didn't look particularly sure. In fact, he looked terrified. But he didn't take the words back.Lucien released him and searched his face for another moment. Then he reached for the gun, keeping it pointed away from them as he checked and unloaded it before handing it over for practice.Noah stared at the weapon.His hand hovered uncertainly before he finally took it.The moment his fingers closed around the grip, his shoulders stiffened.Lucien moved beside him.“Relax your hand a little. You don't have to strangle it.”Noah shot him an offended look. “I'm not strangling it.”“Of course not.”“You're making fun of me.”“Would I ever?”“Yes.”Lucien smiled.There was his Noah. Frightened out of his mind and still prep
The night outside was velvet-dark, the kind that swallowed streetlights whole. Inside the lounge, everything gleamed; leather seats, low amber light, the faint curl of cigar smoke that hung like silence between men who owed their lives to one man.Lucien walked in without hurry, coat still buttoned
(Noah's POV)Brother? My brain tripped over the word, replaying it. The Daniel guy said it so casually, like it wasn’t a grenade in the middle of this dockyard.Lucien didn’t move. He stood steady, posture straight like carved in stone, while Daniel leaned in with that loose grin and a sip of liqu
Lucien’s eyes darkened briefly, hand flexing at Noah’s hip. “You’d be my undoing in more ways than one.”“Go back to your work. No more distractions.” Noah said, snuggling his face into Lucien's neck.“You’re still very much distracting me,” Lucien murmured, eyes still on the paperwork.“That’s the
(Lucien's POV) Asking Noah to sit on that desk while I work might have been the biggest mistake I've ever made if I didn't do some unwise things in the past. Because I'm not working, I can't focus on work with such sinful view right in front of me. The kid knew exactly what he was doing. Perched







