All Chapters of Bound By His Rules {M×M}: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

3 ~ Shadows and Secrets. KING’s POV The drive to the downtown office was tense, black SUV tailing me the whole way. Paranoia? Or his guys watching my every move? Either way, it thrilled me, my dick twitching at the thought of being under his surveillance. The building loomed modern and sleek, security nodding me through. My desk sat outside his corner office, phone already lighting up with calls. I handled them smoothly—scheduling meetings, fielding threats disguised as inquiries— but my focus splintered every time his door cracked open. He had emerged in a fresh suit, barking orders, but his eyes always found mine, lingering on my lips, and my crotch. Around noon, lunch came and he summoned me with a buzz. The door locked, blinds drawn, and the room smelled of leather and his cologne. “On your knees under the desk,” he commanded, settling into his high-back chair, his legs splayed. I crawled over, my heart pounding as I unzipped him to free that beast—

1 ~ Merging Shadows ASHRIEL’s POV The summer sun hammered down on the backyard of this new house, making everything feel sticky and heavy. I stood by the pool, my slim body hidden under a loose white shirt and shorts that stuck to my skin in the heat. At twenty-two, I felt out of place here. My mom had remarried just weeks ago, dragging me into this blended family mess. Now I had to meet my new stepbrothers for the first time, and my stomach twisted with nerves. Jordan and Riley were already out there, lounging on patio chairs in swim trunks that showed off way too much. According to Mom’s description, Jordan, the older one at twenty-four, looked like a total athlete—wide shoulders, thick arms, and a chest that moved with every breath he took. His green eyes had snapped to me the moment I stepped through the sliding door. Riley, twenty-three and leaner with tattoos curling up his arms, gave me a sly grin, his hazel eyes raking over me like I was something to claim. Their d

3 ~ My Lustful Body.ASHRIEL’s POVJordan wandered in first, grabbing the remote. "Movie?" he asked, but it sounded more like a command. He dropped onto the couch beside me, close enough that his thigh touched mine. The heat from his body seeped through our clothes, and I swallowed hard."Sure," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Anything to fill the quiet.Riley joined us, squeezing in on my other side. Now I was sandwiched between them, the couch too small for this. The screen flickered on—some action flick with explosions and car chases—but I couldn't focus. Jordan's arm draped over the back of the couch, his fingers just grazing my shoulder. Riley's hand rested on his own knee, but every so often, it accidentally nudged my leg.Halfway through, Jordan shifted, his hand dropping to my neck, his thumb rubbing the base of my skull in slow circles. It felt like a massage, but the pressure was firm and possessive. My breath hitched, and I felt my cock harden fully, strainin

Chapter 5 ~ Threads of Surrender.ASHRIEL’s POVThe weekend stretched long without our parents. Every glance from Jordan or Riley lit my nerves on fire. My cock stayed half-hard most of the time, leaking into my underwear at the memory of their touches. 'They own me already,' I thought, my heart racing whenever they entered a room. I craved more, even as fear twisted in my gut.The worst part?I couldn’t approach them. I’d keep on waiting till they want it. Saturday morning arrived with sun pouring through the windows. I woke up sticky from a wet dream—Jordan's thick cock down my throat, Riley's fingers buried in my ass. I stroked myself quickly under the sheets, but stopped before cumming. “Their rules now,” I reminded myself, my body aching.Downstairs, they waited in the kitchen. Jordan flipped pancakes shirtlessly, sweat glistening on his chest from a run. Riley leaned against the counter, sipping coffee, his tank top hugging his tattooed arms. “Morning, Ash,” Jordan said, hi

7 ~ Breaking the Seal. ASHRIEL’s POV “They’re gonna kill me with this wait,” I thought, tossing in my bed. Jordan and Riley had tucked me in with kisses on my forehead and promises whispered in low voices. My hole twitched emptily, still slick from their tongues and fingers. Sleep came, my dream full of their cocks pounding me senselessly. And there came the next morning. Sunlight sliced through the curtains, and I woke hard as rock, the sheets, a mess of pre-cum from last night. Voices drifted from downstairs, low and teasing. I pulled on boxers and a shirt, padding quietly to the kitchen. They were there, shirtless and cooking eggs, their backs facing me. Jordan's broad shoulders flexed as he stirred, Riley's ink-covered arms reached for plates. Apart from the morning erection, my dick jumped at the sight, forbidden heat flooding my veins. Stepbrothers. This is so wrong, but fuck, I crave it. Riley spotted me first and he grinned wickedly. "Morning, slut. Sleep good