Lahat ng Kabanata ng Milo’s Pleasure Pet: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

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

MILO’s POV“Nate Hawkins,” I muttered, the name tasting like rust and old blood on my tongue.I was already reaching for the burner, thumb hovering over the green button, when the door banged open hard enough to rattle the hinges.Nico burst in, breathing like he’d sprinted up twenty flights. “It’s a trap, don’t.” He lunged, snatched the phone straight out of my hand and flung it onto the couch like it was a live grenade. It bounced once, twice, screen still glowing with that ugly text.I rounded on him so fast the room blurred. “What the fuck do you mean trap? My boy is out there—”“Your boy,” Nico cut in, voice low and vicious, “is the perfect bait, and you’re about to bite. Nate Hawkins doesn’t want money, Milo. He wants your head on a fucking spike because you murdered his father. He knows. He knows it was you.”The air sucked out of the room.I stared at him, chest heaving. “His father?” The words came out quiet. Too quiet. “Luca was his father?”Nico gave one sharp nod. “Yeah. N

MILOJake’s cock filled my mouth, hot and thick, pulsing against my tongue. Salty precome coated the back of my throat the second I swallowed him down. No teasing, no slow build. I sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, lips sealed tight around him.He gasped. Loud and broken.“Fuck… Milo…”His hips jerked forward before he could stop himself. The cuffs clinked above his head. The chain rattled. His thighs shook. I grabbed his ass with both hands, fingers digging into muscle, pulling him deeper until my nose pressed against his trimmed pubes.Nate’s laugh cut through the wet sounds. “Fuck.” He moaned low, almost pained. “This is exactly what I want. The almighty Milo Kane on his knees, choking on dick like a good little bitch. Doing exactly what I ordered.”He laughed again—loud, unhinged, echoing off the concrete walls like a psycho who finally won the lottery.One of his guys shifted behind him. Skinny kid with a scar across his cheek. Voice low, urgent. “Boss. Milo’s not someone to play wi