All Chapters of RUTHLESS TEMPTATION : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Jace Rivera adjusted the black apron over his wrinkled dress shirt, hands trembling slightly as he buttoned the collar. His shift at the Grand Halcyon Hotel had started ten minutes ago, and he already felt like he was on the verge of breaking. The kind of exhaustion that doesn’t just sit in your bones—it eats at your soul. Noah’s hospital bracelet was still looped around Jace’s wrist like a secret talisman, hidden under the cuff. His little brother needed a transplant. The doctors had called again that morning—still no donor. Still no money. Still no hope. He’d pulled a double shift at the bar downstairs. Then he got called to fill in upstairs—for a billionaire’s private event. Because fate had a sense of humor. Jace stepped out of the staff elevator onto the top floor and into another world. The air smelled like wealth. Gold-trimmed furniture, crystal chandeliers, people dressed like fashion runways had thrown up on them. And there, surrounded by men in tuxedos and women w

He regretted it the second it sent. But it was too late. Noah’s lab results were clear—his condition had worsened, and they needed to act now. The transplant was still out of reach without a donor, but if he didn’t start treatment soon, he wouldn’t survive long enough to get one. All Jace needed was money. But There were no rich relatives. No miracle loans. Only Elias. And five minutes later, he replied. Elias: 9 p.m. tonight. Don’t be late. He attached a location—a penthouse hotel in Gangnam that screamed old money and silence. No request. No explanation. Just an order. — The ride up to the suite was too smooth, too quiet. Jace’s stomach was in knots, his nerves stretched thin. His reflection in the elevator doors stared back—black shirt, slim trousers, slicked-back hair, the faintest scent of cologne. The cheap kind. But he looked decent enough. He kept telling himself this wasn’t real. It was a means to an end. Survive tonight. Secure the money. Then

Jace opened his mouth to respond, to spit something sharp and cold— But all that came out was a strangled moan. And then Elias grabbed his jaw, kissed him hard, and thrust deeper. Jace was trembling beneath him. Elias drove into him with slow, brutal precision, one hand gripping his hip, the other tangled in his hair, holding him close—foreheads brushing, lips barely apart, breath shared like a secret. The heat was unbearable. Elias filled him completely, body sliding over his, skin to skin. Their moans tangled in the air, sweat clinging to both of them like a second skin. Jace's fingers clawed at Elias’s back, leaving red marks in their wake. “Say it,” Elias whispered, his voice thick, hoarse. “Say you want this.” Jace shook his head, eyes wild, lips parted with every gasp. “You already know I do,” he choked out. “So fuck me harder.” Elias’s mouth crashed down on his again, bruising and desperate. He slammed into Jace harder now, faster—his body losing rhy

Humiliation burned through Jace, but so did want. "I said Beg me" Elias repeated, his voice soft but stern. "Please," Jace breathed. "touch me." Elias's chuckle was low and dangerous. "Pathetic." He spun Jace around, pressing his chest against the glass. One hand pinned his wrists above his head, while the other slid down his spine, slipping beneath the waistband of his jeans. "You thought you could avoid me. Hide from me," Elias growled, grinding his hips into him. "Now you'll know exactly what happens when you run from me." Jace gasped as Elias's hand wrapped around Jace's cock in his jeans, stroking it with slow, punishing control. "You want to cum already, don't you?" Elias murmured. "Y-yes." "You won't." He stopped and pulled his hand away, unfastening Jace's jeans and yanking them down to his thighs. Jace whimpered at the sudden exposure, the cool air brushing over heated skin. "You look good like this," Elias said, admiring the view. "Desperate. Weak. Mine." Without

Crane Global’s headquarters loomed in the early morning haze, a towering structure of glass and steel that reflected the sky like it owned it. Jace stood outside the entrance in fitted black jeans and a plain white tee, his curls still damp from a rushed shower. He looked calm, even casual, but inside, his chest was a storm. This was the enemy’s fortress. Elias’s world. He was about to step into it. He took a deep breath and walked through the revolving doors. The lobby was sleek, polished to perfection. Gold accents. High ceilings. Marble floors that clicked under his boots. Every employee he passed was dressed like they belonged in a luxury magazine, barely glancing at him as they went about their day. Jace made his way to the reception desk, where a woman with a tight bun and crimson lipstick glanced up at him. Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Can I help you?" "I'm here to see Elias Crane. He told me to come by this morning." She eyed him for a moment, then picked up