Chapter Thirty-Two: Don’t Mistake Me for the Weak LinkPOV: NoahHe was still sore.That perfect, aching soreness in his thighs, his throat, his spine. The kind that lingered like a secret. Like a signature.Every stretch reminded him of Elias.Of teeth scraping his collarbone.Of that final thrust.Of the way Elias had whispered, "Let them watch. But only I get to touch."Noah sipped his coffee slowly, one leg crossed over the other, dressed in a crisp navy suit that hugged his body in all the right places. There was a hickey behind his ear — dark, deliberate, almost artful.He left it uncovered.Let them look.Let them guess.Let them wonder what it felt like to be ruined and remade by a man like Elias Voss — and still walk into a boardroom like you owned the air.---The board meeting was at 9 a.m. sharp.Elias wasn’t attending. By design.> “You don’t need me to shield you,” he’d said that morning, tracing his fingers across Noah’s bruised ribs.“They think you’re soft. Let them b
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