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Luke grinned. “You’re not like anyone we’ve ever met, Mioko. You’re beautiful, fearless, kind, and a little chaotic in the best way.”

“But I don’t fit,” I insisted. “This is your love story, not mine.”

“Why are you so invested in this being just us, Mioko?” Luke asked softly.

“I just want to know that your kind of epic love is possible. I don’t need to be part of it.”

“Sweetheart,” Eli said, voice gruff. “You deserve epic love, too.”

“But not you or Luke. Luke is yours, and you’re—”

“You’re right. Luke is mine. I fucking own him, and it irritates me that it took me this long to realize that,” he said, his voice low and possessive, eyes flicking to Luke with unmistakable hunger before returning to me. “But I’m a kinky fuck, and I like to share.”

Chapter 10

Luke

“I have a dare,”Mioko said boldly, standing and straightening her skirt. “Show me how he’s yours.”

Eli’s eyes darkened at Mioko’s challenge, and before I could react, he was in front of me. His hand slid up my chest, fingers wrapping around my throat with surprising strength. The pressure wasn’t enough to cut off my breathing, just enough to make my pulse throb wildly against his palm.

For six years, I’d dreamed of Eli touching me like this—with intent, with hunger—but nothing in my fantasies had prepared me for the reality of his grip, firm and commanding, or the way his eyes bore into mine with a possessiveness that made my cock instantly hard.

“Mine,” he growled.

I let out a sound I’d never made before—something between a whimper and a moan—as his other hand gripped my hair, yanking my head back to expose more of my neck. His mouth descended, hot and wet, teeth grazing my Adam’s apple before trailing to the sensitive spot below my ear. My body trembled, overwhelmed by sensation and the sheer fucking impossibility that this was happening.

“Eli,” I gasped, my voice barely recognizable. “What are you—”

“Shut up,” he murmured against my skin, his voice deeper than ever. “I’ve been watching you strut around town in your fancy clothes, looking at me like you want to eat me alive. But you’re the one who’s going to get devoured, aren’t you, Luke?”

My cock throbbed painfully in response to his words, straining against my boxers. This Eli was a revelation, a force of nature beneath that calm exterior.

And fuck if I didn’t love it.

“Yes,” I whispered. “God, yes.”

His teeth sank into the junction where my neck met my shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to leave a mark. I hissed at the delicious pain, my hips jerking forward involuntarily, seeking friction against anything they could find.

“Look at you,” Eli said, pulling back slightly to observe my reaction, his hand still firm around my throat. “So fucking desperate for it. Six years, and all it takes is my hand on your neck to turn you into a whimpering mess.”

My face flushed.

“You’re enjoying this,” Eli continued, his thumb stroking my jawline in a gesture that was almost tender despite the steel in his voice. “Aren’t you, pretty boy? You pretend you’re the boss, but you like being controlled, being owned.”

I nodded, unable to speak, lost in the storm of his eyes. He looked triumphant, predatory, as if he’d caught something he’d been hunting for a long time.

A soft gasp reminded me we weren’t alone. I turned my head to see Mioko watching us with wide, fascinated eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted as she drank in the sight of us. Eli followed my gaze, his smile turning wicked as he addressed her without releasing me.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” he asked her, his voice a dangerous purr. “How he’s mine? How he’s always been mine, even when he was roleplaying a big-shot businessman in Boston?”

She nodded, her cheeks pink, her dark eyes fixed on us.

“Good,” Eli said. “Because we’re just getting started. If you stay, you can watch me take what’s mine.”

Eli’s expression shifted, something raw and tender flickering across his features before the dominant mask returned. He stepped back suddenly, breaking all contact, leaving me swaying on my feet, bereft of his touch.

“On your knees,” he ordered.