บททั้งหมดของ Exclusive Privilege: The Billionaire’s Toy: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

North’s POVA billionaire with an obsession for broke law students is not something you hear about often. It does not make the news, and it certainly does not come with warnings. You only learn about it when you are desperate enough. Desperate enough that dignity becomes optional. Desperate enough that survival outweighs disgust. Desperate enough that even dying feels like a luxury you cannot afford because the people you would leave behind would suffer more.Only then do the Lucien Crowe angels find you.Is it a rescue? Is it a trap? At that point, you no longer care. You just want to live.“Sign here,” said the boy who had been pretending to like me for the past few weeks.Jeremy.He always smiled. Always found reasons to offer me food though I never accepted, I was broke but that was just on another level. He was terrible at law, painfully average, but kind. Or at least I thought he was.When he started asking about the dark circles under my eyes, why I was losing weight so fast, I

North’s POVStill stunned, I followed him down the long hallway. He walked with unhurried confidence, his stride smooth and prefect, only glancing back once, just as he reached his door. It was enough to remind me that he was aware of every step I took behind him.I was slower. By the time I entered the room, he was already seated.The space stole my breath before he did.The bedroom was vast, almost gallery-like. Clean lines, high ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows veiled with sheer curtains that softened the city lights outside. The palette was restrained but intentional, shades of ivory, slate, and deep blue, accented with sculptural art pieces that looked expensive enough to be untouchable. At the center of it all sat a massive blue cushioned chaise, positioned like a throne rather than furniture.He lounged there with ease, legs crossed, wine glass still in hand, perfectly at home in excess.Without looking away from me, he tilted his head toward a glass-walled bathroom to the si

North’s POVI don't know how long I'd been fingering my hole, lost in the haze of my own arousal, but Lucien didn't let me stop until he was close to cumming. His eyes, dark and predatory, never left my hands as I worked myself open for him. Then he beckoned me over with a single crooked finger, a gesture that made my heart hammer against my ribs.I pulled my fingers from my body, slick with my own need, and crawled to him across the plush carpet. The fibers dug into my knees, but I barely registered the discomfort. Lucien held my chin, his grip firm but not painful, still stroking his magnificent cock with his other hand."Open your mouth," he commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me.I complied, stretching my jaw as wide as I could to accommodate what he offered. He guided himself past my lips, and I felt the weight of him on my tongue, salty, velvety, impossibly alive. Lucien set the pace, making me bob my head faster and faster until my eyes watered and my lungs