All Chapters of I AM YOURS TO PLAY: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31: Love Or LustETHAN’S POVLucian’s thrusts were relentless, his grip on my hips bruising as he drove into me, the padded bench creaking beneath us. The red room’s crimson glow bathed his sweat-slicked body, his muscles flexing with every move. “Ju-just like that… daddy!” I gasped, my voice wrecked, pleasure and pain blurring into a haze. His hand wrapped around my dick, stroking fast, and I came hard, my release spilling over his fingers, my body shuddering.He didn’t stop, his growls commanding as he pounded deeper. “You’re fucking sweet,” he snarled, his voice thick with lust. He pulled out, his hand pumping his dick, and I felt the hot splash of his cum across my chest, my face, dripping down my skin. “That’s for being a naughty fucking boy,” he growled, his eyes dark, possessive. I panted, my body trembling, the words sinking into me, filthy and thrilling.We collapsed onto the bench, our breaths heavy, the air thick with the scent of sex and leather. My legs shook

Chapter 33: Falling ApartLUCIAN’S POVI slumped in the leather chair in my beach house study, the ocean’s roar outside mocking the silence Ethan left behind. His words “I can’t love a criminal”—cut deeper than any blade, his gray eyes flashing with betrayal as he’d stormed out, the file on my table scattered across the floor like a shrapnel. My bare chest glistened with sweat from the gym, my hands trembling as I gripped the armrests, trying to anchor myself against the ache in my gut. How could he think I’d hit that train, kill those guards, and implicate him, when I’d spent the whole of last night whispering I loved him, his body warm against mine? Marco stood by the door, his broad frame tense, waiting for orders. His eyes flicked to me, cautious, but I couldn’t meet them, not because I was scared to, but because I was too ashamed to. Marco had shown how much he never trusted Ethan, he had even warned me about Ethan but my constant need for acceptance and love blinded me from se

Chapter 35: Truth Beneath SuspicionsETHAN’S POVThe fluorescent lights of the FBI’s mobile command trailer buzzed overhead, casting stark shadows across the cluttered table where I spread out the train heist case files. Reynolds had assigned me solo, his voice sharp over the phone last night: “Handle it discreetly, I don’t want the field office to know about the progress, Caldwell.” It sounded suspicious but I didn’t give it much thought because I felt like he was doing it to protect me given the situation.I stood at the Port Haven train yard, the crime scene sprawling before me, twisted metal and shattered crates glinting under floodlights in the predawn chill. My laptop hummed, connected to a secure satellite uplink, as I prepped to dig into the case, my badge heavy in my pocket, my heart heavier from walking away from Lucian two days ago. I pulled on nitrile gloves, stepping under the FBI tape cordoning off the derailed freight train. The air reeked of oil and cordite, the groun

Chapter 37: Planting LiesRYAN’S POVI leaned back in my chair, the dim glow of my laptop screen casting shadows across my motel room, a shithole on the edge of Miami where nobody asked questions. My cousin Viktor’s call last night still burned in my ears—Ethan had cracked the train heist case, tied it to Salazar’s syndicate and Director Hayes’ dirty hands. That stubborn fucker was going to ruin everything, and Viktor’s plan to shut him up—kidnapping him, cutting him up—had failed because Lucian Moretti played hero again. Everything I’d done to get rid of him had proved abortive. Trying to link him to this train heist was something I had to do at the last minute. I knew that the FBI would sit up once it became a case that Moretti played the villian, I knew it and that was why we did it and put the blame on Lucian. But still our plans had failed to work. I smirked, my fingers tapping the keyboard. If Plan A didn’t work then maybe Plan B and C would. Thanks to the admin credentials D

Chapter 39: Framed And FallenETHAN’S POVI hunched over my laptop in the back booth of a rundown diner on the outskirts of Miami, the smell of stale coffee and grease thick in the air. Five days had passed since Ryan’s threat in the parking garage, his photos of Lucian and me burning in my pocket. My thigh ached, the stab wound from Salazar’s men still raw, forcing me to limp and lean on a cane I hid under the table. I’d locked myself in my apartment since, dodging Reynolds’ calls, sleeping with one eye open, terrified Salazar’s goons would break in again. The train heist case haunted me—Salazar’s hit, Director Hayes’ corruption, and now Ryan’s blackmail. I couldn’t trust anyone, but I couldn’t quit either. There was more to this, secrets buried deeper than I’d scratched. My phone buzzed, Jenna’s name flashing. I hesitated, then answered, keeping my voice low. “What’s up?”“I think I’ve uncovered a major lead,” Jenna said, her voice hushed over the encrypted line. “There was a call