All Chapters of Bound By His Rules {M×M}: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ETHAN’s POV Daniel let the silence breathe again before speaking. “You came in late yesterday.” My chest tightened. “Yeah.” His eyes narrowed. I didn’t need to look up to know it. “And then?” “And then I went to bed,” I lied too quickly. The corner of his mouth curved in something that wasn’t quite a smile. More like a weapon. He leaned forward, his forearms braced against the table, the veins in his hands stark against his skin. “Is that so?” The air between us tightened, snapping like a wire drawn too taut. I swallowed, forcing my gaze up for the first time. His eyes were on me, sharp, unreadable. He wasn’t asking about travel. He wasn’t asking about bedtime. He was asking about what I saw and heard yesterday. My lips parted, but no sound came out. I shoved a piece of bread into my mouth instead, chewing hard, like that might erase the need to answer. His gaze lingered another beat before he leaned back, the chair creaking. He took another sip from his mug, as

ETHAN'S POVSleep never came.I lay in bed for minutes, staring at the ceiling, the ghost of his mouth still burning against mine. The kiss replayed in loops, every rough drag of his lips, every growl buried in his throat. My body wouldn’t forget. My heart wouldn’t calm.And every time I closed my eyes, I saw Daniel pressed against me, his hands gripping, his voice promising I would be his.After midnight, I couldn’t take it anymore.The house was silent, the kind of silence that made my pulse sound too loud in my ears. I got up, my bare feet brushing against the cold floor, and slipped out of my room. My body moved before my brain had the sense to stop it, carrying me down the lobby to his door.I hesitated, my hand hovering over the knob. This was insane. Reckless. Wrong. But the hunger twisting inside me didn’t care. I turned the handle.The room was dark, shadows heavy across the walls. I could just make him out—stretched on his back, sheets tangled at his waist, his chest rising

DANIEL’s POV For a long time, there was only the sound of our breathing. Ethan’s body was still warm around me, still trembling, still marked with the things I did to him. The lamp beside the bed painted his skin in soft gold, but everything in my chest felt black and red—hunger, guilt, and disbelief. “I don’t want to,” he had whispered. Not like a child. Like a man making a vow. I should’ve rolled off him. I should’ve left the room, washed myself clean, tried to salvage the ruins of my friendship with his mother. Instead, I stayed there, inside him, my palms flat against the sheets that weren’t mine, staring at the boy I should never have touched. The way he looked riding me—his head thrown back, sweat glistening on his throat, his cock slapping against his stomach as he moaned my name—had split something open in me. I had spent years building a life around control. Years telling myself that what I wanted didn’t matter. That if I stayed in control, I would never get hurt again

SANCHEZ’S POV The flowers shook in my hands. Maybe from the wind, maybe from me as I stared at the name carved into the marble, trying to make sense of how quickly a man can vanish from the world. Across the grave, the gravedigger paused with his shovel. His eyes, an unsettling, almost electric blue, caught mine and held them. Something in that look made me tense, a flicker of warmth in a day that should have been cold. I tore my gaze away and found Emilia watching the ceremony from behind her dark glasses. Three years away, yet here she was, calm and polished, as if she had come to watch a deal close rather than a man be buried. Beside her, my stepmother dabbed at her eyes with the same precision she used to arrange the flowers on the casket. The priest’s voice carried softly over the hill, the words about dust and eternity falling into the heavy air. I barely heard them. Every sound seemed dull except for the scrape of metal and stone—the gravedigger’s shovel hitting eart

SANCHEZ’s POVThen, the tearing sound of my boxers rented the night air. The cool gentle breeze brushed against my ass before the gravedigger’s palm hit it hard. I winced, my eyes greasy with tears. “You like that?” He asked, wriggling further between my legs. He pushed me forward and my legs shook. I fell forward onto the grave, almost hitting my face directly. He slid away from underneath me completely. He knelt behind me. His hands grabbed my ass. And before I knew it, he spread it wide open, exposing it to the damn night air. One of his fingers grazed my hole. I winced. “P-please…”His finger grazed it again. “Nngh…” I whimpered, shooting my ass up. My body couldn’t take it anymore. My fingers dived below, in between my legs. But just as it touched the tip of my cock, he slapped it away harshly. Harshly, I say. “P-please.” I begged, my ass still in the air. “I’ve been hearing you beg.” His sexy voice played into my brain. “What exactly are you begging for?” “A-anything.”