Chapter 2: Pursuit

Kai’s POV

‎I stepped out of the marble bathroom, steam rolling off my broad shoulders. The long, scalding bath had done nothing to temper the dark hunger still simmering under my skin. A black towel hung low on my hips, water tracing the hard lines of muscle earned from years of discipline and violence. My gaze swept across the penthouse bedroom.

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‎The bed was empty.

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‎The pretty boy I had brought back last night was gone.

‎“Dammit,” I growled, voice low and dangerous.

‎The sheets were still rumpled, the faint scent of sex and his sweet skin lingering in the air. Bite marks. Bruises. Evidence of how thoroughly I had wrecked that soft, plush body. He had been so unsure of himself when I first approached him at the club — hesitant, nervous, but melting so beautifully under my hands. I liked that. I liked plump boys with round hips and a full, juicy bottom far more than the usual skinny twinks everyone chased. This one had been perfect. Responsive. Addictive.

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I suspected it was his first time being with a man but he tried his hardest to hide it and even when i asked if he was new to the scene, he said he wasn't. something in me knew that he was lying through his teeth but I was just so desperate for him that I chose to believe it.

‎And now he had dared to slip away without permission.

‎Anger and possessive irritation flared hot in my chest. No one walked away from me. Especially not after a night like that. This need to keep him by my side even if I wasn't sure about him, he could be a spy or an assassin and I'll never suspect him.

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‎I snatched my phone from the nightstand, thumbing through contacts with barely restrained force. The call connected on the second ring.

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‎“Reya darling,” I said, voice cold steel. “My penthouse, please do a good deed for me and check the CCTV immediately. I want full footage of the boy who left here this morning. Track him. I want a name, address, everything within the next few minutes.”

‎There was a brief pause on the other end — Reya was already used to my demands by now but asking her to search from a boy that left my room was new. After all there's always a flock of them leaving from my room no matter the location, but the honey dripping from my voice was suspicious as hell, even I knew that..

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‎“Understood, K,” she replied efficiently. “Sending the feed to your tablet now. Any particular… details to look for?”

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‎My lips curved into a dark smirk as I remembered those wide blue eyes, the flushed cheeks, the way that soft, full body had taken every inch of me.

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‎“Chubby build. Pretty face. Around 5’9. Round hips, full ass. Limping when he left, most likely. He won’t be hard to spot. Oh, and he wore a black loose silk shirt with rhinestones around the collar and cuff” I paused, staring out the window. “He looked familiar. I just don’t know where I’ve seen that face.”

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‎“Understood. I’ll cross-reference with our databases as well.”

‎I ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed. Walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out over the city, jaw tight. I could still feel the ghost of soft, plump flesh under my hands, the broken whimpers, the perfect way he yielded.

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‎Whoever that boy was, he had introduced himself as Ren something, if my memory served — he had made a mistake leaving.

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‎I didn’t chase. But for this one… I might make an exception.

‎My phone buzzed. Reya was damn fast.

‎I opened the message, eyes narrowing with dark satisfaction as the first clear image of his face appeared on screen.

‎“Found you.”