All Chapters of RUTHLESS TEMPTATION : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The slam of the restroom door echoed behind him, but Elias barely registered it. He stood frozen at the entrance of the restroom, every muscle locked, his jaw clenched so hard it ached. The sight in front of him had cut deeper than anyone could have imagined. Jace, the man who was supposed to be his, pinned against the sink while Aiden was on his knees with his mouth wrapped around him. For a moment, Elias could not breathe. His chest felt too tight, too heavy, like someone had shoved a fist through his ribs and twisted. He was not the type to crumble....was not the type to bleed where people could see either but the raw sting of betrayal seared through him. Jace’s wide panicked eyes found him immediately. Their gazes collided. Jace’s lips parted, as though he was trying to explain. Elias turned away, jace seemed to have moved, pushing forward, desperate to follow him. But Aiden’s hand shot out, stopping him. Elias caught it in the corner of his vision...the way Aiden leaned close,

Elias’s hands gripped the back of Lucas’s neck, pulling him closer, their mouths colliding in a clash of dominance and sumission. Elias setting the rhythm with Lucas melting into it. Elias kissed like he was staking a claim on Lucas. Jace’s throat went dry. He couldn't look away. He tried to shut his eyes and block it out. But he couldn’t. Every wet sound of lips and every muffled moan dragged him deeper. His cock hard, heavy in his trousers betraying him completely. Elias broke the kiss with a wet pull, his thumb brushing over Lucas’s swollen mouth. “On your knees.” The command cracked through the room, low and rough. Jace’s chest constricted. He remembered when elias had told him that exact words before. He remembered the feeling it gave him. Lucas obeyed instantly, dropping to the floor. His silk shirt hung loose, the wide collar sliding off one shoulder, exposing more skin and the dip of his collarbone. His eyes flicked upward submissively waiting for Elias’s approval. El

Aiden’s mouth was warm. His kiss was not cruel or demanding. It was desperate in a way that made Jace ache. Jace tried to shove the guilt down his throat. For one second, he gripped Aiden’s arm as though he wanted to stop him. He even opened his mouth, ready to break the kiss apart. But then aiden deepened his kiss. He tilted his head, tongue slipping past Jace’s lips. Heat coiled low in Jace’s belly. A moan slipped out before he could catch it, and the taste of Aiden sent his control spiraling. Instead of pulling away... Jace leaned in. He kissed Aiden back. The world around them seemed to blurr, the memory of Elias, the sting of betrayal, the humiliation that had made him feel ashamed. All that mattered at this moment was Aiden’s mouth on his, the way his fingers tightened on Jace’s jaw like he was afraid Jace might disappear again. “Jace,” Aiden whispered against his lips, voice hoarse, trembling with want. Jace didn’t answer with words. He dragged him inside, slamming the d

Jace had sworn, once, that he would never see Lorenzo again. Never ever again. It was not because he hated him. In fact, that was the problem. Lorenzo had given him more kindness than anyone had in years. He had been the first man who had made Jace feel like he was not broken beyond repair. Walking away from him had been the hardest decision Jace had ever made harder, maybe, than surviving his parents’ deaths. And now? Now Jace needed his help. The thought alone made his stomach twist. It had all happened when he started working for Rosie. He started helping Rosie in the bakery when she asked, sweeping floors, stacking trays, kneading dough with clumsy fingers. It was not much, but it gave him purpose. It gave him a place to be. And that was where he first noticed Lorenzo. At first, Lorenzo was just another customer. A man with sharp cheekbones, dark eyes, and a smile that lingered too long when their gazes met. He ordered coffee, sometimes pastries, and always seemed to si

“Strip for me, bunny.” The words fell from Lorenzo’s lips like a command. Jace froze. His throat tightened, his breath catching in his chest. He had expected something else, maybe Lorenzo asking for a favour, too. But not this. Confusion twisted in his stomach. “What?” he managed, his voice hoarse. Lorenzo tilted his head, his scar pulling slightly with the movement. His smirk widened as if savouring Jace’s discomfort. “Do not play coy with me. You heard me. Strip bunny.” Jace’s pulse thundered in his ears. He shook his head slowly, but the hesitation in his movements betrayed him. “I see.. Playing hard to get?” Lorenzo murmured as he rose from his seat, the dim light catching the dangerous glint in his eyes. Each step he took toward Jace was deliberate, a predator closing in on prey. “You have always been so stubborn, bunny. That was one of the things i liked about you.” Jace’s legs threatened to give out when Lorenzo finally stood in front of him, close enough that Jace could