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Rosen’s lips trembled, but no words came out. The dreadful clarity sank deep into his cold bones, intertwining with the painful heat boiling beneath his skin.“It needs to be fed, little bird,” Killian rumbled smoothly, his hand lingering on Rosen’s naked thigh, nearly brushing his groin. “Which leaves me with a rather pathetic dilemma, doesn’t it? Do I save your miserable little life, or do I pull up a chair and watch you burn? Because honestly — both options have their appeal.”How could this be? All Rosen had ever known was that he was strictly forbidden from sexual relations. His entire life, he had been guarded, told his body was sacred. He couldn’t have guessed this would happen.Or was the Dragon making up such a story?He was weak, and barely able to keep his eyes open — and yet all this monster cared about was degrading him further.Another fat tear slipped past his eyelids.Killian’s hand shot up, his fingers clamping around Rosen’s slender neck. He drank in the boy’s delica

Rosen’s hands had stopped pushing. They just hung at his sides now, limp. He was nothing but a warm, wet hole for the Dragon to use.“You’re doing so much better,” Killian purred, and the praise cut deeper than any insult. “See? You’re a natural-born whore.”Killian’s thrusts grew rougher. More erratic. His breathing came in harsh grunts, his grip on Rosen’s hair savage.“Swallow every drop as I cum,” Killian snarled through clenched teeth, fucking Rosen’s mouth faster now.His body seized. A guttural grunt tore from his throat and hot, thick cum erupted from his cock in heavy pulses, flooding Rosen’s mouth, pouring down his throat in a scalding rush.Rosen gagged and choked. The volume was too much — thick, salty, bitter — filling his mouth faster than he could swallow.Killian pulled out. A thick string of cum and saliva stretched between his cockhead and Rosen’s swollen lips before snapping.Rosen doubled over, coughing, retching, spit and cum dripping from his mouth onto the tile.

They were gone. The Dragon and his men.Rosen climbed out of the trunk of the damaged car, his whole body shaking. He’d taken a huge risk — slipping from the backseat into the trunk during those chaotic seconds when the green smoke was thickest.Thankfully, Killian had been in a hurry and hadn’t checked the trunk, fully believing Rosen had left in those gunmen’s car.Rosen was running wildly, bare feet slapping the asphalt. His heart was beating too fast. The bridge stretched ahead of him — long, open, exposed.He was free. He was free!There was only one problem. This was a highway bridge. None of the cars he was hailing stopped. They sped past without slowing, their drivers taking one look at the barefoot boy in a hospital gown waving his arms and making the quick, self-preserving calculation that whatever his story was, they didn’t want to be part of it.Rosen was frustrated as none stopped. His lungs burned but he kept pushing forward. The end of the bridge was close. He could see

Chapter SeventeenRosen woke up in a foreign room.Bright morning light hit his eyes. He flinched—bracing instinctively for the clinking of chains or the scent of embers that meant Killian was near.None came.The air smelled like fresh laundry detergent. The mattress beneath him was soft. He snuggled into the sheets for an extra second, letting out a quiet breath.He had chosen the smallest room upstairs. It felt safer that way—less space for shadows. He was out. He was free.He could hear the sound of a clock ticking somewhere in the house. Was Luken back?Rosen scrambled out of bed and briefly looked down at the borrowed oversized blue pajamas. Would the doctor be offended that he’d taken them?He tiptoed into the hallway. "Doctor?" he called softly.Silence. The house was empty.Sitting idle made his mind race back to Killian, wondering what step Killian would take now to avenge his bloodline. He should make himself useful rather than being consumed by terrifying thoughts. Rosen

Their night began at an expensive restaurant where Luken ordered almost everything on the menu. From there, they went straight into a neon-lit arcade where Rosen played games to full satisfaction. This sort of carefree fun reminded him of flower city.Luken didn’t stop there, their next stop was a high-end shopping mall."Luken, stop," Rosen whispered frantically as Luken kept pointing items to a bowing sales clerk. "You’ve spent way too much. I feel terrible.""Nonsense," Luken scoffed, flicking a sleek, matte-black credit card between his fingers. "I make way more money than I know what to do with. Taking care of you isn't going to break my bank, kid.""I still feel bad," Rosen insisted, staring down at the sleek leather boxes piled in his arms. "I haven't done anything to deserve all this."Luken turned, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Tell you what. When we get back, you grow even more of those flowers. You can open a fancy boutique flower shop, and I can finally r