All Chapters of Milo’s Pleasure Pet: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

MILO’S POV“Fuck!” I slammed into him, sweat dripping down my face, my jaw tight with focus. It wasn’t enough.My fingers gripped his hips, yanking him up as I shoved his face into the mattress, tugging hard at his hair. He groaned loud, eyes rolling back, lost in it, his cock twitching.He was my buddy, but fuck, I couldn’t hold back anymore.A few more thrusts, and he came, his body shaking, cum splattering the sheets. But I was still fucking empty.“Shit,” I growled, yanking his head back by his hair, pulling him against my chest. His mouth hung open as I hooked my arms under his knees, lifting him. I pounded into him—harder, rougher, my balls slapping against him, chasing something. Nothing.Fucking pointless.I pulled out, tossing him onto the bed with a sneer.“Hey!” Jace gasped, sitting up, eyes wide. But I was already grabbing my clothes.I pulled a stack of hundreds from my jacket, throwing it at him without a glance. “You’re done.”“Milo!” he called, scrambling off the bed,

JAKE’s POV“Weren’t home when the murder happened? I mean it must have been, a pretty loud incident” the cop asked, eyeing me like I was guilty.I nodded, forcing myself to stay cool. They were grilling everyone in the building about Carson’s death.That night, the bastard left without giving me his name, tossing me a wad of hundreds and telling me to hole up in a hotel until the heat died down. Why’d he kill Carson? Old beef? Or was he just a psycho who got off on it?Either way, I was fucked. Tied to him now.“Your ass and your life is mine now, if you dare rat me out, I will come for you” his words echoed, clawing at my brain, stealing any shred of peace. My throat still ached from his cock, and shame burned in my gut. Alive, yeah, but at what fucking cost? Lying my ass off in a police station about a murder I saw with my own eyes.Part of me wanted to spill everything, get it off my chest, but the cops wouldn’t protect me from that monster. I’d just dodged death, but I was still h

JAKE’s POVI woke up alone, my ass throbbing from Milo’s cock tearing into me last night. I groaned, sitting up, flashes of his rough hands and filthy mouth burning in my mind. My cheeks flushed as I buried my face in my hands. This was my fucked-up life now.The penthouse was quiet. No Milo. Probably didn’t sleep here—too personal for a psycho who saw me as his personal fucktoy. A sealed envelope on the desk caught my eye. I stumbled over, legs shaky from his pounding, and ripped it open.A letter from Milo Kane. My stomach twisted. He wasn’t here. The note ordered me to stay put until he got back and pointed to a contract next to it. I flipped through the file, my jaw tightening. It was a legal chain, binding my ass to him, only breakable by him. “Your life’s mine,” his words echoed, making my skin crawl.Then I saw it—ten fucking grand a month as an allowance. I blinked, rereading it, heart racing. Ten grand? To live in this penthouse? He was loaded, but this was blood money. Carso