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All Chapters of Exclusive Privilege: The Billionaire’s Toy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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North’s POVI didn’t think that would become a problem too. I thought it was just him who was supposed to message me, no one else.That illusion lasted until morning.When I walked into the living room, Vance and June were already there, dressed for school, phones in hand. Their fingers moved fast across their screens, brows furrowed, lips pressed thin like they were trying to keep up with something urgent.I slowed down a little, watching them.Neither of them looked up immediately, which was already strange. Usually, they noticed everything.We were all waiting for Jeremy, the quiet hum of the air conditioner filling the space, but the tension around them felt… off.Then Vance glanced up. His eyes flicked to my empty hands. No phone. No typing.His frown deepened.“You really think being his favorite gives you the right to act stupid?” he said, his tone sharp, already irritated.I blinked at him, then looked away like it didn’t matter.I let him talk. I always did.Instead, I mutter

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North’s POVThat was when his door opened.Lucien stepped out.Perfect.Suit tailored to his body, hair in place, expression calm. Like nothing had happened earlier. Like he hadn’t just thrown me to the ground.June and Vance immediately stepped aside.I did the same.It was automatic.But the moment I moved out of his way, something shifted.His gaze snapped to me.Sharp. Cold.“I don’t want to see you tomorrow,” he said.His voice was quiet, but it carried.“So don’t let me see you. Not even the air you breathe.”My mouth opened, but nothing came out.The words sat somewhere in my throat, heavy, stuck, like even they didn’t want to be said to him.Behind him, June and Vance moved quickly, almost tripping over themselves to follow. Their shoulders brushed as they passed, quiet laughter slipping between them, the kind they didn’t even bother hiding anymore.They were enjoying this.I could feel it in the way their eyes lingered on me for a second too long, in the way their lips twitch

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North’s POVThat was why he was angry?Because I didn’t?Jeremy’s voice echoed faintly in my head.Don’t text him unless he speaks to you first.Don’t get too familiar.My grip on the phone tightened.It clicked into place.June and Vance earlier.The frantic typing.The way they reacted when I wasn’t doing the same.They weren’t just texting anyone.They were texting him.Why did it matter that much?Did something happen? I typed. some of the rules jeremy told me were that I only text you when spoken to and never too intimate. I was only following the rulesThe reply came almost immediately.Jeremy did?For the first time, there was something different in his tone.Surprise.Yes. I didn’t know I could text you at willI stared at the screen for a second longer, something cold settling in my chest.Of course.Jeremy.From the very beginning, he had been… guiding things.Limiting things.Controlling things.A humorless smile tugged at my lips.Figures.It was either him or Ethan Kang a

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North’s POV Because backing down now would only make things worse.He walked over to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer with a smooth, practiced motion. My eyes followed him, my body still tense from his last words. He retrieved something small and black, holding it up between his thumb and forefinger. It was a sleek, curved plug with a remote control nestled beside it in the box."You'll wear this," he said, his voice casual, as if he were commenting on the weather. "All day."My stomach dropped. I knew what it was, what it would do, how it would feel,a constant, intrusive reminder of his control."I..." I started, but the words caught in my throat."Final apology," he continued, his eyes meeting mine. "Once you accept this, we're done with the birthday drama. I accept your gift, we move on."The logic was twisted, manipulative, but effective. He was framing this as my choice, my way to make things right, when really it was just another way for him to assert dominance."Fine,"

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North’s POV "Please," I begged, my voice hoarse with need. "Lucien, please."He looked up at me, his eyes burning with intensity. "Come for me, North. Let me taste you."That was all it took. With a cry, I exploded, pleasure washing over me in intense waves as he swallowed every drop.When I finally came back to myself, he was lying beside me, a satisfied smile on his face."Better?" he asked.I could only nod, my body still trembling with aftershocks."Good," he said, leaning in to kiss me again. "Because tonight, I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name."As his lips claimed mine again, I knew he meant every word. And despite everything, despite the exhaustion, the confusion, the fear, I wanted it. I wanted him. All of him.Waking up was like surfacing from a deep, dark ocean. The first thing I registered was the light, filtering through expensive curtains I didn't own. The second was Lucien, sitting in an armchair across the room, already dressed in a suit that

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North’s POV I begged again, my messages growing more desperate. Please, Lucien. I can't do this like this.Nothing. No response. Just the constant, maddening stimulation, and the knowledge that he was watching, enjoying my discomfort.Finally, it was time. My name was announced, and I made my way to the podium, my legs shaking beneath me. The room fell silent, hundreds of eyes turning to me.I took a deep breath, trying to center myself, trying to ignore the toy inside me, now pulsing in a rhythm that mimicked a heartbeat. Fast. Unsteady. Mine.I looked out at the crowd, my eyes finding Lucien's. He was watching me, a small, satisfied smile on his face.And then I began to speak, the words flowing from my lips even as my body trembled with need and frustration and something else, something dangerously close to excitement.The pressure was building, an insistent thrum deep inside me that threatened to unravel my composure with every passing second. I gripped the sides of the podium, m

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North’s POVLucien's jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with an emotion I couldn't quite identify. "And you let him?" he asked, his voice strained."I had no choice," I said simply. "Not really."We stood there for a moment, the air between us thick with unspoken words. Then he reached down, his fingers finding the base of the toy. With a swift movement, he pulled it out, leaving me feeling suddenly empty, relieved."Better?" he asked, his voice still tight.I nodded, my body sagging with relief. "Thank you."He didn't respond, just watched me, his expression unreadable. But I saw it in his eyes, the jealousy, the anger, the possessiveness. He refused to admit it, but he was jealous of a ghost, of a man who had hurt me, who had controlled me in ways he was only just beginning to understand.And somehow, that made everything both better and infinitely more complicated.Lucien didn't say a word. He simply watched me, his expression a fortress, before turning and walking out of the bathro

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North’s POVThe birthday boy. He stood in the doorway, his suit still immaculate, his expression unreadable as he took in the scene. He saw me, saw the outfit, saw the pose. And I saw it in his eyes, the flash of raw, unadulterated lust that he couldn't quite hide. He loved it. He loved how much I wanted him, how completely I had thrown myself into his fantasy.But instead of rushing to me, he simply leaned against the doorframe, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. He was going to make me wait. He was going to make me beg."Look at you," he said, his voice a low, appreciative purr that vibrated through the room and straight to my groin. "All dressed up for me. Did you have a good time at my party?”"Look at you," he said, his voice a low, appreciative purr that vibrated through the room and straight to my groin. "All dressed up for me. Did you have a good time at my party?"The bourbon in my veins made me bold. I crawled toward him, the leather of the suit creaking so

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North’s povI moaned, my head falling back against the wood."Please," I whimpered, my voice barely a whisper."Please, what?" he asked, his other hand coming up to wrap around my throat, not squeezing, just resting there, a constant, possessive weight."Please… touch me."He chuckled, a low, dark sound. "Oh, I am touching you, bunny. But if you want more, you have to earn it."He stepped back, and the cropping resumed, harder this time, more deliberate. I lost all sense of time. There was only the cross, the leather holding me, the sting of the crop, and Lucien's voice, a constant, commanding presence in my ear. He pushed me to the edge, to the point where the pain blurred into a haze of pure sensation, where I thought I might break. But I didn't. I held on, my body trembling, my mind adrift on a sea of endorphins.Finally, it stopped. I hung limply in my restraints, my body slick with sweat, my mind a peaceful, blank slate. I felt him behind me, his body pressing against mine, his

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North’s POVFor a second, I just stared.This didn’t feel like him.Or maybe it did, just not the version he showed everyone else.He lowered me slowly, carefully, like I might break if he moved too fast, guiding me into the water.The warmth wrapped around me instantly, easing some of the tension in my body, pulling a quiet sigh from my lips before I could stop it.I sank slightly, letting it take some of my weight.For the first time since waking up, the ache dulled.Just a little.I glanced up at him.He was watching me.Not with anger.Not with that sharp edge he always carried.Something else.Something quieter.And I couldn’t tell if that made things better… or worse. And the way he looked at me…It made something in my chest tighten.“Stop staring at me,” I muttered, sinking a little deeper into the water, trying to hide under the surface like that would somehow shield me from his gaze.He only shrugged, completely unbothered.He didn’t join me. Instead, he sat beside the tu

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