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Chapter 2: The Price of One Reckless Click The marble floor bit into Alex’s knees like a warning he had no time to heed. Victor’s hand stayed fisted in his hair, thick fingers anchoring him exactly where he wanted him. The billionaire’s cock filled Alex’s mouth completely, hot and heavy, still slick from the man he had just finished wrecking moments ago. Alex’s throat tightened around the intrusion, a choked sound escaping before he could stop it. Victor’s low chuckle rolled over him like thunder. “Easy now,” he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. “You filmed me destroying a man’s throat. Least you can do is give me yours. Open wider, pretty boy. I know you can take it.” Alex’s eyes watered as Victor pushed deeper, hips rolling forward in a lazy, deliberate thrust. The taste of salt and sex flooded his tongue, and shame burned through him hotter than the ache between his legs. He hated how his own cock strained painfully against his cheap slacks, leaking already, begging for f

Chapter 4: Shadows in the Glass Tower Alex stood at the edge of the penthouse terrace, the city sprawled out below like a glittering trap he could never escape. The afternoon sun warmed his skin, but it did nothing to chase away the chill of the last three hours. Victor had left him alone after their return from the board meeting, barking a single order over his shoulder: stay put, stay naked under the robe, and do not touch yourself. The billionaire had disappeared into his home office with a stack of contracts and a warning glance that promised hell if Alex disobeyed. Now the robe hung open on Alex’s shoulders, the silk brushing teasingly against his still-sensitive cock. He was half-hard again, just from the memory of Victor’s mouth on him in the elevator, and the ache deep inside from the morning’s shower fuck refused to fade. Alex gripped the railing tighter, staring at the distant skyline. His phone was gone—Victor had taken it the night before, replacing it with a sleek black

Chapter 6: Flames at the Docks Victor’s fingers dug into Alex’s hips with bruising force as he thrust up into him one last time before leaving. The penthouse bedroom was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the black silk sheets twisted around their bodies like restraints. Alex was straddling him, riding Victor’s cock deep and desperate, head thrown back as broken moans spilled from his lips. “Victor… fuck… I can’t—” Alex gasped, nails raking down the billionaire’s chest. “You can,” Victor growled, voice raw with command and something darker, something that sounded like fear he refused to name. He sat up suddenly, one arm banding around Alex’s back to hold him close while the other fisted in his hair, yanking his head back. Their chests pressed together, hearts hammering in sync. “You’re going to come on my cock right now, baby. While I’m still inside you. Because when I walk out that door to meet those Rossi bastards, I need to know this ass is still dripping with me.” Alex’s t

Chapter 8: The Estate of Shattered Vows The Kane family estate loomed at the end of a long, winding driveway lined with ancient oaks, its stone walls glowing under floodlights like a fortress built for kings and sinners. Alex’s heart hammered against his ribs as the cab dropped him at the wrought-iron gates. He had slipped out of the penthouse an hour after Victor finally fell asleep, leaving a note on the pillow that simply read “I have to end this for us.” The guards hadn’t stopped him this time; he’d learned their routines too well. Now, standing here in borrowed clothes that still smelled faintly of Victor, Alex wondered if he was walking into salvation or a deeper cage. Marcus Kane waited on the wide marble steps, leaning against a pillar with the casual grace of a man who owned the night. He looked like Victor’s darker mirror—same sharp jaw, same storm-gray eyes, but his hair was longer, tousled, and his smile carried a cruel edge Victor’s never quite reached. A glass of whisk

Chapter 10: The Vow That Burned Everything Down Alex’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking as he gripped the hidden drive in his pocket. The glass safe house felt like a coffin now, every glittering light from the city below mocking him. Marcus had left an hour ago for the board meeting, leaving two guards at the door and a fresh set of bruises on Alex’s hips from the night before. The silk robe clung to his skin, sticky with the evidence of Marcus’s claim, but Alex didn’t care anymore. He had one shot. He waited until the guards changed shifts, then slipped the drive into the tablet Marcus had left charging on the nightstand. The original gala footage loaded in seconds—the one Alex had copied before Victor ever touched his phone. Clear as crystal: Victor’s face, the brutal claiming in the alcove, every filthy word. But at the end, Alex had spliced in something new: his own voiceover recorded in secret two nights ago. “Victor Kane didn’t blackmail me. I chose this. I love him. And if you’r