LOGINLUKE'S POV Frederick let out a mocking laugh, while his massive body approached closer to mine until the point of looming completely over me on the mattress.I tried to move toward the edge of the bed, but he placed both hands on the sides of my head, blocking my exit and shamelessly pressing his hard groin directly against mine.The weight of his musculature canceled any escape lever for me."Wow, mouse... so you will make food for me daily," Frederick hissed to me, with his eyes drilling into my pupils with pure sufficiency.I mocked him right in his face, holding his gaze with all the cynicism I could gather despite the wild pulse I felt in my neck."I am not your servant to fulfill your culinary whims, Frederick," I snapped at him, keeping my jaw rigid.Frederick laughed softly, with his hot breath striking my face before shortening the distance. He approached even closer, stopping his nose until brushing against mine."Servant? No, Luke. You are my husband. Did you forget it alr
FREDERICK'S POV Luke's words truly ignited me.I had my eyes fixed on his swollen lips, feeling the heat of his breath crash against my jaw. Luke was entirely goddamn right. However, I was not accustomed to anyone taking control away from me. On the contrary, everything that came out of my mouth was an irrevocable order, which my men obeyed without blinking.But now, upon hearing his defiant hiss claiming his status as a husband in front of the guards, I remained in complete silence. I released him slowly, sliding my fingers across the fabric of his shirt before pulling away. I looked toward the immense wooden table, packed with half-finished silver plates, and furrowed my brow with pure internal frustration.Shit. I had been a complete idiot.I walked toward the table, ignoring the fixity of Luke's gaze, and sat straight at the head. I took a silver fork, sweeping the breakfast disaster with my sight."You are a goddamn moron, Frederick," Luke retorted to me from the center of th
I arched an eyebrow, taking a firm step toward the center of the room while keeping my jaw rigid."Frederick won't care, Rina," I snapped at her all at once, my voice coming out flat. "Besides, I live here now and I am Frederick's husband. I dictate the orders of coexistence in this dining room."The woman said nothing more. She limited herself to nodding her head, assimilating the change of command in the structure."Fine," I smiled, giving a tap to the counter. "Then go to the lobby and call everyone to eat right now. It is an order."Immediately, she left the dining room at a hurried pace.After a few minutes, the double leaf door opened wide and Rina returned escorting four young maids from the cleaning service and my five armed men from the personal escort, who held their assault rifles with evident corporate discomfort.Everyone greeted me with a rigid cordiality."Good morning, Mr. Waid," the leader of the guards articulated, a tall guy in a black suit. "Is something happening
LUKE'S POV I woke up feeling my eyelids heavy, plastered from exhaustion.A slight husky groan escaped from my lips while I half-opened my eyes, feeling the dawn light filtering in little by little.I didn't even realize at what exact moment of the early morning I had fallen deeply asleep.However, when I tried to move my legs to get up from the mattress, I felt a suffocating pressure directly over my torso.My eyes opened completely all at once.I turned my head millimeter by millimeter toward the right and felt my chest was going to explode in that very same second.There, just a centimeter from my neck, was Frederick."Shit," I cursed in my mind, with my pulse skyrocketing to thousands.It was his enormous and tattooed arm that was completely circling my torso, imprisoning me against the sheets.My heart was going to stop as soon as I processed the scene.I had fallen asleep with Frederick!I lowered my gaze slightly, realizing that both of us were completely naked beneath the mes
I had my breathing completely accelerated, feeling the pulse thumping in my ears while the heat of the room became dense, almost suffocating.A highly mocking laugh escaped from my lips, breaking the silence.I slightly turned my gaze sideways on the pillow and noticed that Luke was breathing with his pale chest rising and falling in an erratic way.He was completely sweaty, the dark strands plastered to his forehead and his skin ignited.I felt goddamn good about that;"Are you okay, mouse?" I asked him, tilting my head while tasting the saline trail on my own lips.Luke did not respond to me with words.He limited himself to nodding, letting out a deep sigh that betrayed the tiredness of his betrayed muscles."Then... do you want me to continue with the game, assistant?" I hissed to him.Upon hearing that, Luke turned immediately over the mattress, elevating his head all at once to drive his dilated pupils into me."What?!" he snapped at me in a thread of a broken voice. "You are go
FREDERICK'S POV I looked at my own erect dick, feeling my accelerated pulse.Luke let out a choked sigh as he pulled his hand away and placed it firmly beneath his body, sinking it into the black silk sheets to seek support.I dampened my fingers once more and spread the lubricant over the tense latex covering my flesh, securing the ground."Prepare yourself, mouse," I hissed in his ear, my voice coming out in a tone loaded with absolute possession. "There is no turning back from here. You are in my territory now."Luke did not respond with arguments; he simply buried his face in the pillow and bit the sheet with malice, holding his breath.I began to pass the tip of my dick across his entrance, brushing his tense skin, testing the resistance of his muscles."Do you feel this, Luke?" I whispered to him, my breath burning the nape of his neck. "Your entire body belongs to me.""Just do it once and for all, fuck, Frederick!" he snapped at me in a choked shout, his back arching subtly.
LUKE’S POV1 hour laterI sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the ring on my middle finger. The damn blue diamond seemed to mock me with every flash under the white ceiling light. I felt a constant pressure, a kind of imaginary electrical hum that reminded me every second that I belonged to the Bay
THIRD PERSON POVRusty Bayron felt like a god. Under the yellowish glow of the hallway lamps, he observed Luke’s face with an almost religious fascination.The adrenaline rush from the alcohol and the power of blackmail made him believe that Luke was, finally, a puppet whose strings he pulled at wi
Luke didn't shrink away; quite the opposite. Despite the lack of air, his eyes locked onto mine with a spark of defiance that set me on fire inside."Let go of me, Rusty!" he managed to say, clenching his teeth and grabbing my arm with his hands to try to push it away. "I don't give a damn what you
No one said another word. They only nodded and returned to their seats, their faces pale. I didn't look at Luke; I just walked to the head of the table opposite my father and signaled to him. He sat in a chair right behind me, where the inner circle was located."Where is your brother?" my father a