Exclusive Privilege: The Billionaire’s Toy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

North’s POVTo call Lucien a beast would be a compliment. He rammed me like a crazed monster, his hips a piston of pure, unadulterated fury. He didn't let me touch my dick even when I came, clamping my wrists behind my back in one of his large hands, the grip an unbreakable shackle. My own release was a torment, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, with no relief, no way to soften the onslaught. He was milking me, forcing pleasure from my body until my vision blurred and my legs trembled.He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and gasping on the plush chair. Before I could even process the loss, he manhandled me, his strength effortless. He flipped me onto my back on the polished surface of his conference table, the cold wood a shock against my fevered skin. He hooked my knees over his shoulders, folding me nearly in half. The position was obscene, exposing me completely, leaving me vulnerable to his gaze and his mercy. He drove back into me, this new angle allowing him to go

Lucien’s POVWhat if he offered North everything I did… and this time North actually liked him?My fingers curled slightly.Why can’t it be me?The question slipped through before I could stop it, raw and unfiltered.What was his price?Everything had a price. I built my entire empire on that truth.And if North had one…I could afford it.More than afford it.All he had to do was say it.Just once.I would move heaven and earth for him. Tear apart systems, rewrite rules, ruin anyone who stood in the way, all for a place, even a small one, in his heart.But there was one thing I would never give him.One thing I knew, with absolute certainty, that I could not afford to lose.My gaze darkened slightly, the screen dimming as it slipped into sleep.His father.I could clear everything. The debts. The case. The chains holding that man down.I had the power to end it completely.And I won’t.Because the moment I do…North would be free.And if he’s free…He leaves.*His ass slapped agains

Lucien’s POVLocked behind the same restraint that had defined me long before he ever entered my life.He still believed he was one of many.He still believed I entertained others, that I moved through people the way I moved through deals, detached and unaffected.That illusion protected me.It kept him uncertain, kept him just close enough without giving him the power to walk away completely.Because the moment he realized what he truly meant to me, everything would shift.He would feel it.The imbalance.The fact that he held something I could not afford to lose.And men like him…Men like North…They never handle power gently.My jaw tightened slightly.Certainty was the only thing I lacked, and without it, confession felt less like honesty and more like surrender.He needed to prove it first.He needed to show me that I was more than a contract, more than convenience, more than a source of money he could easily replace.Because if I gave him everything without that assurance, if I

North’s POVA soft vibration pulled my attention back to my phone.Lucien.My chest tightened slightly as I opened the message.Cute.Send more.A small smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it.“He texted?” Jules leaned in immediately.“Yeah.”“And?”“He called me cute.”She slammed her hand lightly on the table. “As he should.”Another message bubble appeared.Then disappeared.Offline.Just like that.My expression didn’t change, but something in my chest dipped slightly.“Wow,” Jules muttered, watching my face. “Men are actually insane.”“He’s busy,” I said, locking my phone again.“Mm-hmm.”We fell back into conversation, joking about the food, planning where to go next, laughing about nothing serious.Then Jules went quiet.Her hand brushed against mine under the table, subtle, deliberate.“Don’t turn suddenly,” she murmured, her voice low, casual on the surface. “Someone’s been watching us.”I froze for half a second before relaxing again.Jeremy wasn’t here.He had staye

North’s POV“Then why do you look like that?” she asked.“Like what?”“Like you’re thinking about it.”I clicked my tongue, reaching for my glass again. “I’m thinking about how weird this night just got.”“Mm-hmm.”“That’s it.”“North.”“What?”“You’re in trouble.”A small laugh slipped out of me, but it didn’t carry the same ease as before.“I’ve been in trouble since the day I met Lucien,” I said, shaking my head slightly.Jules didn’t laugh.Her gaze flicked briefly to where Jericho had been sitting earlier, then back to me.“This feels different,” she murmured.Maybe it was.Maybe it wasn’t.Either way…Something told me this wasn’t the last time I’d see him.The ride in the back of the town car was thick with a silence that felt heavier than it should. Jules kept shooting me looks, her eyebrows doing some kind of Morse code I was too tired to decipher. I just stared out the window, watching the city lights smear into streaks of gold and white. Jeremy, up in the driver's seat, was