All Chapters of Under His Control : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jace POVThe soft hum of the servers in my private study was the only sound cutting through the midnight silence.I leaned back in my leather chair, grabbed a glass and poured the expensive scotch that was sitting untouched on the desk. I traced my finger in a circular motion around the brim of the glass, then took a sip of wine.It burned in a bitter sweet taste... very satisfying. I dropped the glass and laced my fingers together as my eyes remained locked onto the glowing matrix of monitors mounted on the wall before me.I was a man driven by greed. When I saw something rare, something perfect, I didn't just want to manage it. I wanted to claim it, lock it away, and ensure that no other living soul could ever touch it.And from the second Kale had stepped into onto that California Got Talent stage for his audition, I knew he was going to be my ultimate possession.My fingers moved across the keyboard, bringing up the encrypted, high definition camera feed from the downtown penthou

Kale’s POVThe sound of the crowd was still ringing in my ears when I walked off stage. The bright lights faded behind the heavy velvet curtains, and my chest was rising and falling too fast. I could not catch my breath. But I was smiling. For real this time. The judges had just called my name. I was in the quarter-finals of California Got Talent. I barely had time to breathe before someone screamed my name down the hallway.“Oh my god, you absolute star!” Molly came running at me. She crashed into me and wrapped her arms around my neck so hard we both stumbled back. We almost fell into a rack of costumes. “You owned that stage, Kale,” she said, pulling back just enough to look at me. “I am crying. I am screaming. I am done for.”She waved her hands around like she was on stage too. A few other contestants stood nearby. They had just been cut. They were not smiling. Molly saw them and rolled her eyes. She popped her gum loud enough for them to hear. “Let them look,” she said, not

Kale's POVIt was already 2:17 AM. I stood outside Jace’s private studio office with my heart in my throat.The hallway was dead quiet. There was no one there. No Peter, no security, just the low hum of the vents.I shouldn’t have been there, but the damn messages from that phone kept me up all night."Don’t go to the penthouse. He’s not who you think he is."I was there anyway. My hand shook when I twisted the knob of Jace's private office in the studio. It was unlocked... Of course it was. Jace didn’t lock doors. Nobody came in unless he said so.The office smelled like him. Leather. Cologne. That stupid rose candle.He wasn’t at the desk. He was looking out of the window shirtless. His grey sweatpants were low on his hips, so low that I could see the upper half of his glutes. I tried to look away but he looked so fine. His well sculpted muscles gleamed under the soft light. He took a sip of wine from the glass in his hand.“You lost, Kale?” He didn’t turn. Hearing my name in his

Kale's POV Jace did not rush me. His hands stayed flat on the bare skin of my back, sending a wave of shiver straight up my spine.He kept his forehead pressed against mine for a few seconds, his breathing still heavy and ragged in the dim light of the office.The scent of roses and expensive leather filled my senses until my brain could not process a single thought.I was so scared, but the pressure in my lower half was way stronger than my fear. This was the man who ruled my career, the man who had built a golden cage around my life, and right now, I wanted him to lock me inside it forever.Jace pulled his head back slowly, his eyes scanning my face. He looked at my flushed cheeks and my swollen lips that he'd kissed so hard.The tip of his thumb wipe down a stray tear that had leaked from my eye during our shouting match.“You are shaking, Kale,” Jace murmured.“I am not shaking,” I snapped back, trying my best to hide my lust. But the words came out breathy and weak, betraying me

Jace POV The first pale light of dawn was just beginning to creep through the velvet curtains of the private suite, casting long, deep shadows across the massive mattress.I’d finally crashed after last night. I was halfway through a dream when it started. This heat. Low in me. At first I thought it was just the blankets. Then it got deeper, wetter and warmer. It built slow and it felt too good to be real. I didn’t want to open my eyes yet. I wanted five more minutes. Ten. But the pressure kept pulling at me until I had no choice. So I woke up, breath shaky, skin hot, and already hating how much I liked it. Kale was kneeling between my thighs. His head was bobbing up and down in a slow motion. His lips wrapped tight around my dick.He was taking my entire size deep into his throat, his small hands gripping my thighs for balance as his chest heaved with every deep thrust.I let out a low groan that vibrated straight from my chest.A dark, burning hunger flared to life in my vein