All Chapters of Exclusive Privilege: The Billionaire’s Toy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lucien’s POVMaybe I regretted the punishment. Just a little. North avoided me like the plague, and it was driving me insane. To tease him, I started coming back to the house more frequently, taking meetings in my office instead of downtown. Not once did our paths cross. The only time I saw him was through the cold, unforgiving lens of my tablet, via the CCTV cameras that monitored every corner of my domain.He was… likeable. In ways that annoyed the hell out of me. He moved through the house with a quiet respect, and even the chef, a man notorious for being tyrannical with the staff, seemed fond of him. There was a camera in his room, of course. He was aware of it, though he didn't know its specific location or how it was disguised. He never gave it any thought, moving with an unselfconscious grace that was both infuriating and intoxicating.He went through the week avoiding me, and the other two boys I allowed to stay. The ones Ethan brought were sent back with a severance check; t

North’s POVI can’t believe it took getting punished for me to realize I could lose my only silver lining.When I called home a few days back, they sounded… happy.Not the forced kind either. Real happy.There was food in the house again. I could hear Stormie tearing open snack wrappers in the background, talking with her mouth full like she always did when she forgot to behave. Mom didn’t even scold her. She was too busy cooking. Not the careful, rationed meals she had been making these past months, but the real dishes she used to cook before everything went to hell. The kind she used to make casually, not like it was some rare ceremony.East sounded lighter, too.He told me he was thinking about going back to school if things kept going like this. Mom had been rejecting the money he tried to give her lately, which meant he could actually start saving it for himself.All that… from twenty thousand.Twenty thousand had brought food back into the kitchen, electricity back into the hous

North’s POV“I’m counting on that,” I grinned, a feral, triumphant curve of my lips.“Fuck.” The word was a guttural curse. In one fluid motion, he lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as he dropped me onto the cool marble of the sink counter.His lips crashed into mine, not a kiss but a claiming. It was needy, desperate, a frantic exploration. His tongue delved deep, tasting, claiming, staking a territory I was willingly surrendering. His hand shoved past the waistband of my trousers, his fingers wrapping around my already hard cock, and when he felt it, he broke the kiss to smirk.“So hard, and I have barely even touched you,” he teased, his voice a rough whisper.“But I’m not alone in that now, am I?” I shot back, my own hand finding the hard ridge straining against his trousers. I palmed him, squeezing just enough to make my point.He made a sound, a soft, helpless moan that was more potent than any words. “What happened to you during the week? Whatever it is

North’s POVFor the next couple of days, it almost felt like Lucien himself wanted to prove my point for me.I was the only one going into his room.Six nights straight.June and Vance watched it happen every single evening. Watched me walk past them. I watched the door close behind me.Neither of them had gotten a single one-on-one with him during that time.Not once.For a moment, I almost allowed myself to believe it.That I had actually become his favorite.But that illusion was shattered the night before my day off.The butler came to my room a little after ten.“Mr. Crowe would like you in his room by eleven.”The words were polite, neutral, but something about the way he said them made a small warning bell ring in my head.I got ready like I always did.Shower.Nightwear.A quick glance in the mirror.But something in my chest kept stirring. A strange feeling. Instinct, maybe. Or just dumb luck.Either way, I opened the small drawer where I had hidden the pills.Sex enhancers.

Lucien's POVThe moonlight filtered through my bedroom curtains, casting elongated shadows across the silk sheets I couldn't bring myself to lie upon. Sleep had abandoned me hours ago, fleeing from the chaos in my mind. I paced the length of my room, bare feet sinking into the plush carpet, each step a futile attempt to outpace the images replaying behind my eyes.North. Always North.That kiss. Not with me, but with June. The way his lips had parted, the slight tilt of his head, the soft moan I'd heard even from across the room. My fingers curled into fists at the memory. I'd wanted to kill them both. To wrench North away, to claim what was mine, except it wasn't mine. It had never been mine.I'd orchestrated that evening. Suggested the orgy like some detached god arranging chess pieces on a board. A small part of me had hoped he'd refuse, that his aversion to such gatherings would win out. The larger, darker part had wanted to watch him surrender, to see him spread across those shee