All Chapters of Bound By His Rules {M×M}: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

1 ~ Make Sure To Stay Out of Trouble. ADRIAN’s POV The golden gleans of light dazzling at the center of the hall are so bright. I think I'm going to go blind if I don't stop looking. I immediately drop my eyes to the hall, noting the intricate floral designs of mostly yellow and white. The chairs and table are a sharp contrast to the floral designs—coated in black and white. Everyone around is either clad in expensive tuxedos—as I like to call them—and elegant gowns. The air smells like power, influence and MONEY! I walk further into the hall, now realizing that my father is walking beside me. It's another night at a high-profile charity gala with Jeffrey Locke—my father. Somehow, he always has a thing for making sure I attend these events, like he was trying to make sure I'm familiar with the ritual of the rich. But after observing tight, fake smiles and dry laughter in the hall from the people around? I'd rather not. I prefer relishing in his wealth by buying whate

3 ~ My Bed’s Big Enough.KADE’s POVRage pumps through my veins as the words escape Adrain’s lips.But that can’t be compared to how badly I want to tie him up somewhere and make him shut the hell up. I've been noticing how he's been using different means to try and get close to me and it pisses me off even more than I already am.Why's he so stubborn?Why the fuck is he trying to flirt with me?Why won't he just let me do my damn job?It's not like I wanted this job anyway. His annoying father blackmailed me into working for him. The thing with politicians is that they're so power drunk and I hate that he used his influence on me.Because how the fuck is an ex-military officer reduced to the bodyguard of a twenty three year old? This is as pathetic as it gets and his son isn't making it any easier. And I can't tell if he's trying to get me out of here, or trying to get me in his bed. Either way, I'm not going anywhere.“If one more flirtatious word comes out of your mouth, I'll mak

5 ~ Just Take Me Already.ADRIAN’s POV The clinking of cutleries against ceramic plates is the only audible sound in the dining room as we both eat in silence. Our eyes linger towards each other occasionally, and everytime it happens, Kade immediately looks away, like he's trying to avoid my eyes.He wants to avoid me after I made him breakfast? No way.My lips spread into a mischievous grin, and I gently lift my leg, placing it on Kade’s thigh. He freezes, his fork stopping at the slice of pancake he cut, his eyes darkening as they stare at me. I grin even harder. If he's going to stop me, he's going to have to do more than glaring at me like he wants to devour me. I push my leg further, resting my foot in between his thighs, feeling his semi-hard cock. Kade immediately breaks eyes contact with me, loosing grip of the cutleries in his hand. My foot rubs softly against him and his jaw clenches but no w

7 ~ Warm Ring of Muscle.ADRIAN’s POV My heartbeat quickened as I blinked. When my vision cleared, I realized that nothing was there. Must have been the lust. I slide my fingers in and out of him, watching his body chase for pleasure. His unsteady breathing increases, his hands gripping the table for support. My free hand strokes his cock from behind while the other plunges into him. He hitches immediately, grunting so hard, you'll think he's going through pain but he isn't. His voice alternates between moans and grunts, softening and hardening at the rhythm of my hand against his cock. He's dripping right now, and his wetness together with my finger make a loud sloppy sound. His body arches into me, his ass spreading wider on my hands, and I replace my fingers with my tongue, taking a broad stripe over his entrance.“Fuck, Adrian!” He moans, while my tongue flickers against him, tasting the musky heat of him from outsid

1 ~ His Forbidden Gaze. WADE’s POV Is it only me, or do other lecturers steal glances at their students too? Fuck, I know it's not just me. But mine aren't the innocent checks on attendance or progress reports. No, my eyes devour them—every curve, every flex, and every hint of sweat on their skin. And yeah, I watch them all the time, not just in the sterile confines of the lecture hall. Be it on their way to the cafeteria, lingering in the restrooms, sprawled out on the school field... anywhere they roam, I'm there, with my cock twitching in my boxers and my pulse hammering like a goddamn drum. Don't get me wrong, I do my job. I grade papers, I drone through formulas, but my gaze? It skips the girls entirely. It locks onto the guys because of the way their shirts cling to broad shoulders, the bulge of biceps straining their sleeves and the subtle shift of thighs in tight jeans. Who gives a shit what anyone thinks? I'm the master of this twisted little empire I've buil