“Good thing I’m not something he owns,” I shoot back.
We hold each other’s gaze. Then I turn and walk away before he can answer.
My hands are shaking by the time I reach the theater doors. I shove them into my jacket pockets, steadying my breathing before stepping back inside.
Johnny glances at me immediately.
“You good?” he murmurs.
“Fine,” I say.
Mara looks over, eyes narrowing slightly like she senses something’s off.
I slide back into my seat, the movie picking up where I left it—soft dialogue, swelling music, a love story fighting against impossible odds.
I stare at the screen, but I don’t see it. All I can think about is Xavier’s words.
Men like him don’t keep things they can’t control.
My chest tightens. When Mara reaches for popcorn, her fingers brush mine. I realize I’m still shaking. I force myself to relax.
Xavier is the past. Lucian is—I swallow.
Lucian is home.
And for the first time, the thought feels less like a cage…
…and more like a choice.
11
Lucian
Fucking Elias has become my favorite hobby. In the mornings, in my office, anywhere. I love to ruin him. His happy little moans and fake sneers make my heart hum in my chest.
“Lucian, oh my god.”
Elias’s hands are pressed against the tinted windows of the town car. His button-up shirt is hanging from one arm, his pants around his ankles.
I sink my cock into him again.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” He frees a hand to touch his swollen dick.
He’s perfect. He’s mine.
I slip out of him, getting on my knees.
“Why’d you stop?” He whines.
But my hands are already spreading his cheeks, and I’m licking his puckered entrance.
“Oh,fuck.” Elias sighs.
My tongue slips inside of him, reveling in the looseness of him.
“Master, stop. Stop, I’m gonna come all over the car if you don’t—Oh!”
God, I must be starving.
