CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 4

Elias woke with a start. His stomach twisted with hunger, a dull ache that wouldn’t let him sleep. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he slid out of bed, the cool air making him shiver as he padded barefoot toward the door. The corridors were dimly lit by flickering sconces, the soft glow casting shadows on the lavish decor. Everything about this place screamed wealth—an unsettling contrast to the meager existence he once knew.

When he reached the grand hall, a maid immediately noticed him. She bowed slightly, her voice soft yet firm. “You’re awake, my lord. Would you like something to eat?”

Elias hesitated at the title but nodded. “Yes, please.”

She ushered him toward the dining area, where a steaming plate of food was promptly set before him. He ate in silence, sleep still clouding his mind, but the hunger gnawed too viciously to be ignored. 

When he was done, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood. The house was eerily quiet despite its size. His curiosity piqued, he started exploring. The opulence around him was breathtaking—polished marble floors, gilded paintings, heavy drapes, and chandeliers dripping with crystals. It was a palace compared to the world he knew.

Then he heard it. A sound. Low, rhythmic. At first, he thought he imagined it. But as he took a few steps forward, it became clearer.

Moans.

Deep, guttural, and raw.

His pulse quickened, heat crawling up his neck. The sounds weren’t just of pleasure—they were carnal, animalistic. His feet moved on their own, drawn to the barely ajar door at the end of the hallway. The closer he got, the louder it became.

A sinful symphony of pleasure.

Elias swallowed thickly, hesitating. He knew he shouldn’t, but his fingers brushed against the edge of the door anyway, pushing it open just enough to see inside.

His breath hitched.

Lucian.

And another man.

Lucian was behind him, gripping his hips, his body moving with brutal, relentless force. The man beneath him was a writhing mess, fingers clawing at the silk sheets, back arched in complete submission. His moans were wrecked, his mouth parted in bliss, eyes fluttering shut with each powerful thrust.

Elias’s lips parted, his chest rising and falling unevenly. He knew he should turn away, but he couldn’t. His body locked in place, his own arousal stirring at the sight before him.

Lucian was all muscle and dominance, his broad back flexing with each movement. His skin glistened with sweat, his silver eyes burning with raw hunger as he pounded into the man beneath him without mercy. The sheer size of him—his thick length disappearing into the trembling man—made Elias’s breath catch in his throat.

He bit his lip, his fingers twitching at his sides.

Why was he still watching?

Why was this doing things to him?

Lucian growled something low, inaudible, his grip tightening on the man’s hips. The man moaned, his eyes rolling back, lost in overwhelming pleasure. And then—he turned his head slightly, his gaze meeting Elias’s through the crack of the door.

Elias’s breath stuttered.

The man’s lips curled into a smirk, pure pleasure shining in his dazed eyes. His moans only grew louder, more deliberate, as if he knew Elias was watching.

Elias couldn’t move.

His body was burning, his heart hammering against his ribs, his own arousal painfully obvious. He felt hot all over, his fingers digging into the doorframe as he watched Lucian take the man apart with punishing thrusts.

Lucian’s voice was a deep growl, rough with dominance. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes—please—fuck—” The man’s words were broken between moans, his back arching desperately.

Lucian smirked, gripping his chin and forcing him to look at him. “Look at you. So pretty when you’re ruined.”

Elias swallowed, his throat dry. He felt lightheaded, dizzy from the sight and the heat pooling in his stomach.

Then Lucian’s head turned.

Silver grey eyes locked onto him.

Elias stiffened, his entire body going rigid. His breath caught in his throat as he realized he had been caught.

Lucian didn’t stop.

If anything, his smirk deepened, his thrusts becoming slower, more deliberate—like a predator toying with its prey. His eyes darkened with amusement, drinking in Elias’s flushed cheeks, his parted lips, his obvious arousal.

Elias felt his knees go weak.

Lucian tilted his head, his voice teasing. “See something you like, kitten?”

Elias inhaled sharply, his entire body on fire. He needed to run. He needed to look away.

But he didn’t.

He couldn’t.

He was completely and utterly trapped in Lucian’s gaze.

Lucian continued hitting the right spot in the man, and the man moaned loudly, his pleasure echoing through the dimly lit chamber. Lucian's grip tightened around the man's hips as he drove deeper.

Elias, couldn't tear his eyes away. His breath was shallow, his hands clenched at his sides. The raw display of dominance and desire in front of him was unlike anything he'd ever witnessed.

Lucian suddenly slowed his thrusts, his smirk dark and knowing. Without breaking rhythm, he turned his head slightly and locked eyes with Elias. "Touch yourself," he commanded, his voice dripping with authority.

Elias stiffened, his body betraying him as warmth pooled in his stomach. "W-what?" he stammered, but the moment he met Lucian’s stormy gaze, he knew there was no escape.

"Bring it out," Lucian ordered, his voice low and deliberate. "Pleasure yourself. Now."

As if he had no control over his own body, Elias obeyed. His trembling fingers moved to undo his trousers, freeing himself with a sharp inhale. He wrapped his hand around his aching length and began stroking, his breath hitching at the overwhelming sensation.

The scene before him only heightened his arousal. The way Lucian moved, his powerful muscles rippling with every precise thrust, the raw pleasure on the other man's face—it all consumed Elias. He let out a strangled moan, his strokes quickening as he matched their rhythm.

Lucian chuckled darkly, his pace picking up again. "Good boy," he murmured, watching Elias intently. "Don’t stop. I want to see you come."

Elias bit his lip, his head spinning. Heat coiled in his stomach, tightening with every stroke, every sound, every glance Lucian cast his way. The intensity was unbearable. "Lucian..." he gasped, his body shaking.

"That's it, darling," Lucian purred, his voice sending shivers down Elias' spine. "Come for me."

With a strangled cry, Elias shattered, his release spilling over his fingers as his body trembled. The sheer force of his orgasm made his knees weak, and for a moment, he forgot where he was, lost in the haze of pleasure.

The second Elias climaxed, Lucian let out a guttural groan and followed, his thrusts growing erratic before he buried himself deep and spilled inside the man beneath him. His head tilted back, his jaw clenched in pleasure, a sight so sinful it sent another wave of heat through Elias’ spent body.

Then, as the reality of what he had done crashed down on him, Elias gasped. His eyes widened in horror, his hand still sticky with his release. Shame burned through his veins like fire.

"Oh—oh my God," he whispered, his heart pounding. "I—"

Panic gripped him, and before Lucian could say another word, Elias turned on his heel and ran. He didn’t know where he was going, but he had to get away. Away from the overwhelm

ing pleasure. Away from the temptation. Away from Lucian.

He was in trouble.

Deep, inescapable trouble.