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PROLOGUE

“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.”