All Chapters of Flesh And Fire: A short story Collection : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Cole’s POVShe came out of his room smelling like him.I knew that scent. Sharp and sweet, like blood and sugar, and it clung to her like it had a right.My fists curled inside my pockets as I leaned against the hallway wall, watching her without moving. Aria didn’t see me at first. She looked dazed. Her lips were swollen, cheeks flushed, and her walk had the soft ache of being used.By him.Her soft heels clicked past me, and then, mid-step she froze.She felt me.I didn’t say a word. Just pushed off the wall, slow, deliberate. I didn’t need to speak. My presence alone made her tremble.She turned slightly, her eyes wide when they met mine. Guilt. Caught red-handed. But beneath that shame was a flicker of something else, excitement. Like part of her wanted to be punished. Wanted to be owned.Good.Because I had no intention of letting her walk away.“You done playing games, Aria?”My voice was low. Razor sharp.She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Her tongue darted out to wet

Jamie Ellis had always been good at staying invisible.At least, that’s what he told himself when he slipped through the wide glass doors of Moretti & Vale, coffee in hand, twenty minutes early for the fourth week in a row. The office was quiet, humming only with the low sound of printers and the soft rustle of paper. He liked it this way, before everyone else showed up. Before Luca Moretti walked in.Jamie moved quickly to his desk in the corner of the creative floor, tucked between Marketing and Design. He slid off his backpack, ran a hand through his messy curls, and sat down to work on a presentation slide he hadn’t been asked to touch—but wanted to perfect anyway.That was Jamie’s thing: soft-spoken, eager to please, always in the background.And Luca Moretti? He was anything but background.At 8:58 on the dot, the elevator dinged, and Jamie’s fingers froze on the keyboard.The boss was here.He didn’t need to look up to know it. The air shifted. He could feel Luca’s presence, sh

Power tastes better when it’s earned.And Luca Moretti had been starving all day.He sat behind his office desk, long fingers wrapped around a crystal glass of still water, though what he wanted was something stronger. Something to burn.Instead, he burned slowly with control.Because across the floor, just barely in view, Jamie Ellis sat at his desk, pretending like nothing happened. Like Luca hadn’t backed him into a wall. Like Luca hadn’t whispered promises that would make most men drop to their knees.He wasn’t angry. No, not angry. Luca didn’t get angry. In stead of going over the rails and getting angry at every single minute thing, Luca instead got interested.And right now, Jamie was the most interesting thing in the building.The boy barely looked up all morning. He kept his head down, his posture tight, the back of his neck flushed pink from heat or shame or, if Luca knew anything about desire...pure, shaking anticipation.Jamie didn’t touch his coffee. Didn’t eat. He didn't

"Jamie, follow me. We're going out together"Jamie did not know what to make of this new dynamic between him and his boss, but he knew he was not about to object. The air outside the club was sticky with sweat and cigarette smoke. Jamie followed Luca into the luxurious building and all the way up to the top floor. His boss seemed to have a thing with penthouses. Inside the room, Jamie stood still, trembling slightly, heart pounding from what was certainly about to happen. Luca didn’t rush. He poured himself a glass of something amber, took a sip, then turned to Jamie like a man considering dinner—and deciding he was starving.“Undress,” he said simply.Jamie blinked. “What?”“You heard me.” Luca’s voice was quiet, but absolute. “Everything. Slowly.”Jamie’s throat bobbed. His hands shook as he reached for the hem of his shirt.Luca watched him, but didn’t move closer. Not yet. Not until Jamie’s shirt hit the floor, and his jeans followed. The boy stood in only briefs now, arms cros

The room was dim, bathed in a warm red glow. Tonight was different. He could feel it deep in his bones. They were still upstairs in the penthouse of the club. Jamie knelt on the padded floor, naked except for a thin silver chain around his wrist that Luca had clipped on the moment he had walked out of the bathroom. A symbol. A preview.He kept his eyes low, lashes trembling, the silence between them stretching like wire.He could feel Luca pacing slowly behind him—deliberate, heavy-footed, every step weighted with authority.“Look at you,” Luca said finally, voice low, dark, and edged with steel. “On your knees. Waiting for me like a good little pet.”Jamie exhaled shakily. His cock was already half-hard, just from those words.“I remember when the day you walked in and out of this club like you owned the place, after letting some low grade man plow through you...,” Luca went on. “you let men put their hands on you. Let them use you. Touch what didn’t belong to them.”Jamie flinched