جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 30

COCK IN THROAT.CYRUS'S POV.I slid my lips to his ears, drawing a low whimper out through him as his own cock responded by growing to full mast, rubbing directly against my ass as I grinded harder on him.“Maybe… guy will fuck you better… or wait, do you want to fuck him instead?” I asked, biting hard on his ears that a sharp wail coursed off his lips.“Tell me… have you jerked off to thoughts of your lover? Marcus? Answer me Dominic,” I asked, pulling my teeth away just to bite harder when another wail had burst free from him.“No… of course not. Stop, okay! I haven’t thought of Marcus like that after our sex I've not been hard or aroused like that,” Dominic groaned as I pulled my mouth off his ears, staring intently at him.“Then tell me… whose cock do you picture… whose face do you see when you stroke this long hard cock of yours?... Tell me who you belong to, Dominic … I want to hear you say it…” He parted his lips to speak as I straddled him again, pushing my ass against his coc

CRAVING MORECYRUS'S POVI lay there, chest heaving, staring down at him like he'd just rewired my entire brain. dominic, sprawled on the bed, his hair plastered to his forehead, his chest rising and falling too fast, his cock still twitching from me, and my god—I wanted him again already, even though my balls were empty and aching. Fuck. I knew I'd never get enough of him. I could never get enough of him. My hands flexed, fingers curling on the sheets, just wanting him closer, wanting the heat back, the smell, the taste of him. The way he looked at me, with that mixture of fear and want, that submissive little bitch look I loved so much—it made my chest tighten until I thought it would implode.“You okay?” His voice was soft, ragged, carrying that edge that made me ache again. I wanted to answer with a moan, wanted to pull him onto my lap and shove my cock back in, but instead I just gritted my teeth, trying to get my heart to shut the fuck up. “Don’t say nothing dumb,” he added, eye

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET.DOMINIC’S POV.The gallery was filled with people of all sorts, the most elite, the highest of all calibers, wealthy men, spokesmen and women, every possible person found in high positions were here Tonight, it should have been my universe. Every painting sold, every piece that had once sat gathering dust now in the hands of collectors, every new artist whose work I'd fought tooth and nail to showcase finally shining under the glow of approval and money-it should have felt like victory. And for a heartbeat, it did. But then my phone buzzed in my pocket and the world tilted, seeing the caller id was Marcus.I froze mid-step, my fingers clenching my glass of water with such a tight grip that seeing his name light up the screen made my chest seize up in a way no art gallery, no applause, no sales numbers ever could. The last week, the last night-everything that had happened with Cyrus-it all came flooding back to me: the reckless abandon, the heat, the shame, the und

THREE MONTH RULE.DOMINIC'S POV.I parked in front of Marcus's building, holding onto the steering wheel so hard my knuckles were white. My chest felt like a tight twisting cage. Every beat pounded against my ribs as if it wanted to break free and drag my lungs along with it. The night air was thick and heavy, full of the smell of the city, but I barely felt it. My mind felt like a hurricane. Hesitation scratched at me, its sharp nails scraping over bone. Should I knock? Should I turn the key, back out, and speed back to Cyrus's apartment? Or should I face Marcus, my first real, consistent love, the only one ever to have known me when I was small, invisible, and broken behind rich-boy masks?I was trembling. My chest was burning, my stomach churning. I had lied to Cyrus. Lied with every syllable about being busy at the gallery. Every time I'd texted back with excuses, it felt like a dagger twisting deeper inside me, but it hadn't stopped me from leaving, from driving here, because I c

DOING DRUGS CYRU'S POV.I woke up with that weight in my chest, making it hard to breathe for a moment-the kind of heaviness that sank into my shoulders before I even sat up. The alarm felt louder than usual, the vibration of it rattling against the nightstand in a way that shot straight into my nerves. Phoebe shifted beside me, half-asleep, murmuring my name as if asking whether I was getting up, but I barely muttered out a response before swinging my legs out of the bed. My body was tense in a way I couldn't shake off, like I'd been lying in one position too long, but that had nothing to do with sleep. It was the remnants of last night crawling under my skin. Too many memories coming back all at once crowded my head, the gallery lights dimmed, the guard's expression, Dominic's number going straight to voicemail, Marcus's voice sliding through the phone with that smug tone that made my blood spike, the drive home where every streetlight blurred because all I could think about was