All Chapters of Exclusive Privilege: The Billionaire’s Toy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

North’s POVI came all over my stomach and his chest, my body shaking with the force of it.He fucked me through it, his thrusts becoming erratic, his breathing ragged. With a final, deep groan, he buried himself inside me, and I felt the hot flood of his release filling me up. He collapsed on top of me, his face buried in my neck, his body trembling with the aftershocks.We stayed like that for a long moment, a sweaty, sticky, sated tangle of limbs. Then he lifted his head, his lips finding mine in a slow, deep kiss that tasted of salt and satisfaction. He rolled us over, pulling me into his arms, my head resting on his chest.We rested, but the respite was brief. I couldn't believe I'd spent the entire afternoon in bed with an insatiable man who only granted me a few minutes of reprieve before his hands began to wander again.By day's end, I was utterly spent. I'd never been with anyone for this long, and in that haze of exhaustion and satisfaction, I'd completely forgotten a cruc

Lucien’s POVThe invitation had been sitting on my desk for weeks, embossed in ivory, gold-leaf crest, sealed like a royal summons.The High-Profile Inter-University Charity Athletic Gala.An annual spectacle where legacy institutions paraded their brilliance under the guise of philanthropy.I had declined for years.I donated. That was enough.My name was etched into buildings, laboratories, and entire wings of libraries. My absence never stopped the checks from clearing. But this year was… different.Daniil had flown in from Moscow.Family.And family, unfortunately, came with an obligation.His son Dmitri was competing in swimming. A national-level athlete. American-born, Russian-trained, meticulously branded. Daniil spoke of it as though it were a coronation rather than a collegiate race.“Just come see him humble them,” he had insisted over the phone. “They are children compared to him.”I found the concept vulgar.Why compete when the outcome is engineered? Dmitri was a star com

Lucien’s POVPerfection was a careless word, but he came dangerously close to earning it.He was obedient.Too obedient.There was a softness in the way he responded to instruction, a careful attentiveness that bordered on desperation. It should have satisfied me. I preferred compliance. I curated it.Yet with him, compliance only sharpened my appetite.I had not been this invested in anyone since Ethan. For a time, Ethan had fascinated me. He adapted quickly, learned my preferences, and mirrored my moods. He was my muse in those early years, the one who taught me how easily devotion could be engineered.Eventually, I grew bored.They all became predictable. Beautiful faces. Eager bodies. Empty interiors.North did not feel empty.That was the difference.Business on the Eastern Coast required my direct presence. The negotiations were too delicate to delegate, so I could not be there the day he arrived at the mansion. I left only after sampling him once, just enough to understand the

North’s POVOn the bright side, perhaps that meant he wouldn’t exhaust himself solely on me.That was practical.If distasteful.As long as I received my weekly pay and left without permanent damage, I could survive anything.By eleven, I was thirsty.My throat felt dry enough to force me out of bed. I pulled a loose polo over my shorts and stepped into the hallway, still half asleep.Then I stopped.All four men were filing toward Lucien’s room.The door was open.Lucien stood there, framed by warm light spilling into the dark corridor. He wasn’t looking at them.He was looking at me.For a moment, it felt deliberate. As if he had known the exact second my door would open.“Um… sorry,” I muttered instinctively when our eyes locked.I stepped back, ready to retreat, but before I could shut my door fully—“Come here.”It wasn’t loud.It didn’t need to be.My smile tightened automatically. I stepped out again and crossed the distance, aware of the four pairs of curious eyes shifting bet

Lucien’s POVEven with the wolves eating me alive, he stood out. North. All day, through mindless meetings and tedious conference calls, he was the only thought that held any weight. Getting to fuck that warm, tight body again was a constant, thrumming desire at the base of my skull.Unfortunately, the new boys Ethan brought needed to be reviewed. It was a necessary chore. Jerome, for all his flaws, had a good eye for desperation. He never brought me anyone who would last long, but his selections were always… hungry. I preferred his taste to Ethan’s.Ethan loved boys with a little polish, a veneer of class. I wanted them to be classless and desperate. Not that the well-bred ones couldn’t be broke, but the truly poor ones… There was a specific type of hunger in their eyes that fed my soul. Call me a beast, call me evil. I don’t care. It has always been this way, a sickness that required a specific kind of medicine.I wanted to see North, but I didn’t want to seem needy. So I settled fo