All Chapters of Breed Me Raw, Daddy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The threat from Victor Lang hung over us like a storm cloud that refused to break, dark and heavy on the horizon. In the days that followed, Aiden grew more protective, almost feral in his need to keep me close. He rarely let me out of his sight even inside the penthouse. His touches became more possessive, a large hand wrapped around the back of my neck, thick fingers constantly tracing the titanium collar, or a strong arm locked around my waist whenever we were near others. The collar itself never came off anymore, even when we were alone. It was a constant, cool weight against my throat, a reminder of exactly who I belonged to. I felt the weight of it constantly, and I craved it. One afternoon, while Aiden was locked in a tense video call in his home office, I sat curled up on the wide leather couch in the living room, trying to process everything. The city stretched out endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, beautiful and indifferent under the grey sky. My camera lay on

The threat from Victor Lang stopped being a distant shadow and became something I could feel breathing down my neck. Three days after the letter arrived, Aiden’s security team increased their presence around the penthouse. Two quiet, serious-looking men now rotated shifts near the private elevator and in the lobby downstairs. Aiden didn’t explain it to me directly, but I understood. I was no longer just his kept boy, I was a potential target. That morning, Aiden was on an encrypted call in his office when I brought him coffee. I set the cup down quietly on his desk and started to leave, but he caught my wrist and pulled me gently into his lap instead. He ended the call quickly and wrapped both arms around me, holding me close. His hand automatically found the titanium collar, fingers tracing the smooth band as if reassuring himself it was still there. “Victor’s getting impatient,” he said quietly. “He made a formal offer to acquire one of my core patents this morning. The terms we

The first crack from my old life came in the form of a simple text message. My phone had been mostly silent for weeks. I hardly checked it anymore, Aiden controlled when and how I used it, and most notifications had been turned off. But that afternoon, while I was curled up on the couch waiting for Aiden to finish a call, the screen lit up with a name I hadn’t seen in over a month. MOM.. Kai, honey? It’s been weeks since we’ve heard from you. Are you okay? I’m worried. I stared at the message, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. The titanium collar felt suddenly tighter around my throat. The thick plug inside me shifted as I sat up straighter, a constant, intimate reminder of my current reality. I hadn’t spoken to my mother in nearly six weeks. The last time we talked, I had been rushing between freelance gigs, complaining about rent, and promising to visit soon. Now I lived in a penthouse with a billionaire who kept me collared and full. How could I possibly explain that? Befor

The message from my sister Lily sat on my phone screen like a live wire. Lily: Kai, Mom cried after talking to you yesterday. We’re all really worried. Please just tell us you’re safe and not in some cult or abusive situation. We love you. I read it three times before the screen went dark. My thumb hovered over the keyboard, but no words came. What could I possibly say that wouldn’t be a lie or worse, the truth? Aiden found me sitting on the edge of the bed, phone still clutched in my hand. He had just finished a call and was still in his crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up. The moment he saw my face, he crossed the room and pulled me into his arms. “Another message?” he asked quietly, one hand automatically finding the titanium collar around my throat. I nodded against his chest. “My sister. They’re getting scared. Mom cried after our last call. They think I’m in trouble.” Aiden was silent for a long moment, his hand stroking my back in slow, soothing circles. The weight

The decision to meet my family came faster than I expected. Aiden announced it over breakfast three days after my last call with my mother. He sat at the head of the dining table while I knelt beside him, head resting on his thigh as he fed me small bites of fruit and eggs. The titanium collar rested cool against my throat, and the familiar weight of the plug inside me kept me grounded in my reality. “We’re doing this on Saturday,” he said calmly, his fingers stroking through my hair. “A controlled dinner. My security will handle the logistics. You’ll tell them you’re in a serious relationship. That I take care of you. Nothing more.” My stomach twisted. “They’re going to ask questions,” I whispered. “Lots of them. My mom won’t stop until she feels like she understands what’s happening.” Aiden’s hand paused on my head. “Then we give them enough to calm them down without giving them ammunition Victor can use. The less they know about the details of our dynamic, the safer they are.”