Matthew's POV
I let Adrain fall on the couch like a bag of rice and went for the door and locked it. When I was sure it was well locked and no one could come in, I turned back to him. A smile tugged on my lips as I watched him all helpless and defenseless before me. "Never thought you'd imagine this day" a smirk plastered on my lips. This day, I will forever hold in mind. The day I ruined the great Adrain Throne and reduced him to nothing. "Today, you will scream and beg me to go easy on you but you know what? I won't...I will do exactly what you did to Lily, I will break you in the hardest and roughest way and you, will be at my mercy" My friends weren't the only ones that had plans, I did too. I pulled out a herb from my jacket, I was told it helped to stimulate sexual urges. Some people call it aphrodisiac incense but whatever the name is, I want nothing but a result. I placed it on a cigarette plate, brought out my lighter and lit it. The smoke was small at first but as it burned, it started spreading in the room. I went ahead and closed all the windows to make sure the scent stays in. I turned my attention to the sleeping man on the couch, my heart swollen knowing tonight is the end of him. Whatever will happen here will destroy him entirely and his good image will be nothing but a past. A frown immediately settled on my face when I saw him move, how can that be? The drug they gave him can't wear out so soon, he's supposed to be knocked out throughout the night. Panic began to crawl into my bones as I watched him sit up, his eyes darted around the room as if searching for someone and then, it fell on me. I held myself instinctively. And clenched my fist. How on earth can this be? It must be a dream, a nightmare I will wake up to realize it never happened. "As I thought" his deep voice vibrates, his eyes staring back at me like he's known it all along. "You really wanted this" He stood up, his fingers skillfully started undoing his sleeves before moving to his shirt. He took it off, revealing his appealing chest. Shit! Why the hell did I say that? There's absolutely nothing appealing about him. Maybe it's the aphrodisiac incense making me think such. I bit my inner lips when he frowned at me, "why don't I feel anything?" He glanced to where the incense was burning, this isn't strong enough. He opened the small draw and brought out something, almost dark or deep brown, I don't know. He lit it and placed it next to the other one. "This one is stronger, it will turn you on so well" the smile that tugged on his lips made my stomach coiled in disgust. It failed. The perfect thing I thought I had. I couldn't stand him, not for another second. "A few seconds to go," Adrain said, glancing at his wrist watch before he took it off. "This won't let my hands roam your body" he winked at me and I felt like puking my intestines. "Whatever you are planning, it won't work" I began walking to the door. Strangely, he didn't try to stop me. "Plan? I wouldn't say that if I were you, I never planned anything but you did". "And you can't walked away now" His words were like a dark spell, that's if I'm not wrong. Because all of a sudden, I felt darkness dawning on me, almost throwing me to the floor. Shit! "What have you done to me?" I growled, anger snapping in my veins. "Done to you? Nah, I should be the one asking you that" Adrain gives a half shrug, I watched him walk to the bed. My hands were on the wall as I struggled to keep myself standing. There's nothing he'll say and I'll believe he's done something to me. Maybe that thing he burned, maybe that's what is making me drowsy. "What the fuck did you burn?" I growled again. "Nothing different from what you burnt, it will heighten our sexual urge so we can have the night for ourselves" he winked again and this time, I wanted nothing to to punch away that smile on his face. "Fuck you" I cursed "That, I will do tonight" Adrian's tone was sarcastic and fuck, I hate it with passion. "Ah, yes...I added a little something to your drink, just like you did to mine" He didn't need to say a word, I knew he was responsible for whatever is going on with me. "You weren't the only one playing this game, had the upper hand the moment your friend bargained for you to be let into the bar" Adrian sounded so proud of himself. Even though I was drowsy, I didn't want to give in just yet. And that son of a bitch, I will deal with him...but, not now. I need to find a way to get out of this mess. Adrian's laughter erupted in the room, "and you let your guard down over a drink, who does that?" "You" I growled. How dare he laugh at me whereas he did the same. "Hmm, did I? Oh, I did, but with a plan of course" he settled on the bed. "What your nerdy friend offered me, that was all planned, I had my men sell it to them. It knocks one off only for ten minutes whereas yours, its effect comes when you least expected" Damnit, I knew I was done for. His bastard knew all along and decided to play along. What a twist of fate. "You'd be damned tonight"Adrian was enough for his victory over me. Again, I lost to him. How pathetic am I? Just when I thought it wouldn't get any worse, I started feeling hot all of a sudden, panting and sweating. Like a mad dog, I tore open my clothes, desperate for some freshness. "Heat" I muttered, taking off everything on me. I needed air, I needed something cold to calm down this heat in me. "It's working, the incense" I ignored Adrian's voice, nothing tears me apart than the hotness I was feeling. Then, the hotness changed to something different. I grabbed my pants, my hands over my now erected dick as I struggled not to stroke it. I was turned on, so high that it felt like I would die if I stayed a second longer. "You are aroused" Adrian's voice was like he was from a mile away. I wanted nothing but to please myself. I slid my hand into my pants and began stroking myself. I couldn't take it anymore but it did more harm than good. "You can't do it alone, let me help you" My eyes snapped open, wild as I stared at him. My chest climbed up the mouth and down the valley in the fastest rhythm ever. Our gaze locked, and I swear, I saw more than my satisfaction in his eyes. I saw him giving me heaven and earth in a flash second. I moaned out. He smiled, "you want it, yeah" he leaned down and captured my lips for a kiss. I kissed him back with all the hunger I could mutter. I wasn't gay, neither was I bisexual. Kissing a man has never been a thing for me to consider, but kissing Adrain now drowned away my thoughts and let my mind float in space full of nothing but stars. Why the fuck would I like him kissing me? He kisses so well, like a pro that he was. Shit, I'm praising him, what's wrong with me? I wanted to object, I wanted to pull away. I wanted to hate this but everything in me said a completely different thing. I didn't know what was happening and only found myself fallen on the bed. The air that brushed my lips when I and Adrain separated from the kiss made my stomach growl in anger. I wanted more, more of him and everything he has to offer. "Wait a second," Adrain said and walked over to the camera. My mind was a complete mess. I couldn't think of anything but my needs "I can't wait any longer" I cried and touched myself, trailing my hands down my body to show how desperate I was. Whatever Adrain did was his business, but the second he walked to the bed, I grabbed him and pulled him down "Hold on" Adrain grabbed both my hands and pinned it over my head on the bed. It was like my world was coming to an end "Tell me what you want!" Adrian's voice, line a siren song, awakening the roughest ungodly part of me that I never knew existed. "Touch me" my voice whispered filled with silent pleas. Desperate for something more than what he was giving me.Matthew's POV It felt like a new beginning, as I stretched out my hands yawning at the now fresh bright morning staring at me. Last night was a tug of war and I'm sure I did complete my mission.My eyes snapped open at that thought, I jumped out of the bed only to cry in pain. My butt hurts, like...Damnit! What just happened?I couldn't believe anything, whatever my mind was telling me. It can't be me right? It's him.It's supposed to be Adrain feeling this pain, not me. I was the one to do all these things to him.Then, the memories of last night came flooding my head, he's got me. Just right where he was supposed to be but it just didn't work as planned. That bastard always has to win in the end. It's a shame how many times I've been trying to get him to beg for my mercy only for me to end up begging.On the bed where we knew clothes. I'm sure he much have kept them for me but fuck him, I won't wear it.I forced myself to walk, I grabbed my clothes on the floor only to see how t
Matthew's POV I hated the way Adrian looked at me, that irritating smirk on his face making me want to punch it away.With gritted teeth, I rolled my eyes at him and turned to face my dad."What’s so serious about what you want to talk to me about?" I paused before adding, "You’ve never been one to involve me in your business.""This isn’t my business, Matthew," Dad growled.I gave him a half-shrug. There was nothing he could say to convince me otherwise. All of this was his business—it benefited no one but him."This is about our family and—" He stopped, cutting himself off before he could say something that might expose him.Letting out a heavy sigh, his voice softened."There’s a problem."I frowned, confusion and unease building inside me."Mr. Adrian can’t marry your sister anymore."That was what he called a problem? This was good news. Something worth celebrating.My heart pounded with excitement. This—this was the best news I’d had so far. Did this mean my efforts had finally
"You should have been working beside me, but I guess I'll find someone else," he said, turning to face me. His expression was cold, unreadable. "When I discovered what your slutty sister did, I feared everything I had built—everything I planned—had crumbled. But then, surprisingly, Adrian seemed interested in you."He paused, studying me with mild amusement."I wonder why he saw you," he mused. "But whatever the case, I'm glad the deal is still on. And you, my son, will take your sister’s place.""No," I interjected, my voice shaking but firm. "Never. I won’t do it, Dad. I won’t be what you want me to be."I forced myself off the floor, my body aching from the weight of his expectations."I'm not my sister. I don’t cower in fear or cry my eyes out. I am a man, and I will defend myself from you. I won’t marry that devil, and I won’t let you, a greedy bastard, dictate my life!" The words rushed out, sharp and unfiltered. "And if you think you've done enough for me, then stop. I’ll pay y
There was no mercy in his eyes, no warmth—only the cold satisfaction of a man reveling in his own success."Stop. I'll do it." The words left me like a jagged lump forced from my throat, scraping and cutting on their way out.Was this what I wanted? To be his puppet, his stepping stone to greatness? No.But what choice did I have?I glanced at my sister—her fragile frame slumped in the chair, her wrists raw from the restraints, her skin sickly pale under the dim light. Even unconscious, she looked like she was in pain, her face twisted in a silent nightmare she couldn't escape. And maybe she never would.If I didn't act now, the consequences would be irreversible.Saving her cost me everything—my freedom, my peace, my happiness.And yet, if given the choice again, would I do it?Yes.Because if I didn't, no one else would. Because the thought of a world without her—without her stubbornness, her laughter, her constant nagging—was unbearable. I'd rather suffer under my father’s thumb, c
I stood in the middle of the grand yet suffocating room, dressed in a pristine white suit. Ordinarily, I would have admired how well it fit me, how the fabric sat perfectly against my frame, exuding a kind of effortless elegance I usually took pride in. But today wasn’t an ordinary day. Today, nothing felt right.Because today was the day I was getting engaged to that bastard, Adrian.The very engagement I had fought to free my sister from had now become my own personal prison. No, not just a prison—a pit. A deep, dark abyss where my fate had been sealed, and there was no escaping it. My heart pounded against my ribcage, a relentless hammering that made my breath come short and uneven. I wasn't forced into this, not physically. No one held a gun to my head or dragged me here against my will. But was it truly free will when the alternative was unthinkable? When a single refusal could cost me someone I loved?From the left corner of the room, my father stood, watching me. Smiling. Like
“What?” I blurted, confusion slamming into me like a freight train, knocking the air from my lungs.My father’s hand clamped down on my shoulder, his fingers digging in like claws, sharp and unyielding. He twisted, his grip merciless, sending a sharp jolt of pain through my body. I bit back a whimper, forcing it down my throat, but he heard it—he always did. A slow smirk curled at the edges of his lips, satisfaction gleaming in his cold eyes. He relished this. The reminder that he owned me.“You know how kids are these days.” He let out a dry, humorless laugh, his grip tightening just enough to drive his point home. A warning. His fingers pressed against bone, his nails biting into my skin. Behave.I kept my expression blank, refusing to let him see how hard my heart pounded against my ribs. This wasn’t part of the deal. I was supposed to get engaged in my sister’s place—not be forced to move in with my mortal enemy.A thick silence wrapped around the room, the tension nearly suffocat
The words slipped from my lips before I could stop them. "What is it?" The question was instinctive, a reflex born out of something I couldn't even name, a desperate hope that something would break the tension in the air, something that would give me clarity. Or maybe I was just expecting a simple greeting—a "hello" would have sufficed.His eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart thrum erratically, but he didn’t respond right away. His gaze lingered on me, as if he was calculating something beneath the surface. For a moment, I thought maybe he would say something, anything, that might make sense of the strange discomfort gnawing at me. But he only took a step back, his voice barely whispering, "Nothing."Nothing? That’s it?A fire ignited inside me. I couldn't help it. I was furious. Was he seriously pulling this kind of joke on me? Did he think I was here to entertain his games? Did he think I would just accept this silence, this mockery? My fists clenched, the mus
The mansion loomed before me, an imposing fortress of glass and steel. Even from the outside, it reeked of money—obnoxious, in-your-face wealth. Typical of Adrian. The man never needed to say a word; his riches did the talking for him.I stood there, arms crossed, staring at the sheer size of the place. It was far bigger than I had expected, swallowing up the surrounding landscape like a beast. My jaw clenched. This was a mistake.The sharp slam of a car door snapped me from my thoughts. Adrian. His presence alone was enough to make my teeth grind. He approached, his pace unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. I refused to acknowledge him, keeping my eyes fixed ahead.He was so fucking annoying. If I could strangle him and get away with it, I would.Unfortunately, that was just a fantasy.“You coming?” His voice was flat, indifferent, like he couldn’t care less whether I followed or not.I didn’t answer. I already knew this arrangement would do me more harm than good. But
Maverick's POV A thick, almost tangible silence settled between us, stretching for what felt like minutes. The only sounds were the occasional soft drip of condensation and our steady breathing, deep and measured as we let the heat of the room seep into our bones. Steam curled around our bodies, clinging to our damp skin, soaking us in a relentless, humid embrace. Beads of sweat trickled down my temples, carving a slow, deliberate path along my jaw before slipping down my neck like warm fingers. It was suffocating, yet strangely liberating—like standing on the edge of something vast, unknown, and giving in to the fall.I leaned back against the heated wooden wall, surrendering to the sensation, my eyelids growing heavy as exhaustion lured me into a quiet lull. A deep sigh left my lips, my chest rising and falling with the slow rhythm of release. The stress, the anger, the weight of everything beyond these walls—it all melted away, dissolving into the thick air. For once, I felt unbur
Matthew's POV "Wow, this is awesome," Noah exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and I couldn't help but agree.It wasn’t as if we weren’t all rich—we were—but the kind of wealth Jordan wielded was in an entirely different stratosphere. The kind that made even the comfortably wealthy feel like they were still reaching. Jordan, of course, basked in it, making sure his exclusivity remained undeniable. This particular outing wasn’t just about indulgence, though. Jordan never did anything without an agenda, and I had a strong feeling his carefully curated guest list had everything to do with Adrian. The man never let a slight go unanswered, and this was his way of proving a point."That’s the perk that comes with being the wife of a billionaire," Kyle teased, his grin sharp as he flicked me a knowing look.My eyes snapped toward him in warning, and he immediately straightened as if I had physically struck him."No hard feelings," he added quickly, hands lifting in mock surrender,
I paced my room restlessly, the carpet muffling the sound of my dragging steps, but it did nothing to quiet the storm raging inside me. Every stride felt heavier than the last, as though the weight of my anger was physically anchoring me to the floor, grinding me down until I was nothing more than a shell driven by pure, seething rage. My chest heaved, heart pounding so loud it rang in my ears—louder, it seemed, than the silence suffocating the room.And it was all because of him. Adrian.God, why? Why the hell did it have to be him?Out of everyone—every miserable bastard this wretched city had to offer—why did fate tie my life to his? It didn’t feel like destiny. No, this wasn’t fate—it was a punishment, cold and calculated, delivered by a universe that must’ve hated me from the start. A cruel joke played at my expense, and the worst part? I walked right into it. Blind. Foolish.I threw my head back, a bitter, humorless laugh ripping from my throat—dry and broken. The sound echoed o
I quickened my pace, every step fueled by the fury twisting inside me. The distance between us shrank rapidly, my breathing shallow, uneven. Meanwhile, Adrian walked leisurely ahead, completely unbothered. His hands were tucked lazily into his pockets, shoulders relaxed, his gait slow and deliberate—as if the world itself dared not touch him. That infuriating calmness made my blood boil hotter, rage clawing at my insides like a feral beast begging to be unleashed.He didn’t glance back, didn’t spare me a second of his attention. It only made me seethe harder. Every muscle in my body coiled tighter, the urge to hurt him overtaking reason.Before he could slip into the safety of his room, I lunged. My hand shot out, fingers wrapping around his arm in a bruising grip. Without hesitation, I yanked him back and slammed him hard against the cold, unyielding wall. The sharp sound of impact cracked through the corridor, loud and unforgiving. But Adrian—damn him—barely blinked.His dark eyes m
Morning came far too early, dragging me out of sleep before I was ready. The pale light of dawn crept through the half-closed curtains, bleeding into the room with a dull, grey hue that did nothing to warm the sterile air. I blinked slowly, fighting the heaviness in my eyes as I stared blankly at the ceiling overhead, my mind caught somewhere between dreams and the harsh pull of reality. For a moment, I simply lay there, listening to the deafening silence pressing in from all sides.An unfamiliar calm settled over me — not the kind born of peace or comfort, but the kind that came only from pure exhaustion. My limbs felt heavy, my body sore in ways I couldn’t explain. Still, there was one small mercy — the gnawing hunger from last night had dulled. The food, as much as I hated to admit it, had done its job. I could almost taste it still — bland, lukewarm, but necessary. Denying that would’ve been a waste of energy. But swallowing it down had burned worse than any hunger. Every bite fel
I forced myself to sleep, tossing and turning beneath the cold sheets that clung to my skin like a second, suffocating layer. No matter how tightly I shut my eyes or how many times I flipped my pillow to the cooler side, sleep refused to claim me. The more I tried to surrender to the darkness, the harder it became—like my mind was trapped in a cruel, endless loop of restless thoughts, each one dragging me further from the peace I sought. Every memory, every regret clawed its way to the surface, whispering in my ear, refusing to grant me even a sliver of mercy.Silence wrapped around the room, thick and heavy, suffocating in its stillness. But even in that quiet, my body betrayed me. My stomach growled—low, guttural, desperate—the sound bouncing off the barren walls like a taunt. It wasn’t just hunger; it felt like something gnawed at my insides, like worms tearing through flesh, devouring the fragile lining of my stomach, clawing for anything—anything—to fill the hollow void.I could
Matthew's POV Adrian said he didn’t kiss me.His voice had been calm—too calm—detached, indifferent, almost convincing if not for the way my skin still burned with the memory of him. He stared straight through me, as if the words he spoke were simple facts, not loaded with consequence. But no matter how smooth his tone, no matter how steady his gaze, I don’t believe him. Not for a damn second.The memories of last night are a mess, a chaotic blend of light and shadow, broken fragments scattered across my mind like glass shards—sharp enough to sting, but never clear enough to piece together. They flash too quickly, disappearing the moment I try to grasp them. Yet, one truth remains—my body remembers what my mind refuses to fully see. The way I woke up this morning… weak, sore, disoriented—every inch of me screaming a silent truth his mouth refuses to speak.He’s lying. He has to be. There’s no better explanation.I can still picture the way his eyes didn’t so much as flinch when he sa
I didn’t want it to end. Every fiber of my being screamed for more—to push past the limits, to drag this moment out until nothing else existed but him and the way he felt beneath me. But I knew I couldn’t. I had already crossed a line that should have never been blurred, already allowed myself to sink too deep into something I had no right to claim.And yet, despite knowing this, I still couldn’t stop myself.So instead, I struck Matthew's dick while kissing him, pouring every unspoken desire, every ounce of restraint, and every buried frustration into the contact. My fingers curled against his skin, my grip tightening as if that alone could tether me to the present and keep me from unraveling entirely. His body shuddered under my touch, a sharp gasp tearing through the heavy silence before he slumped forward, his weight crashing into me. His breath, uneven and scorching, fanned against my throat, and I felt the way his pulse thundered in sync with mine, erratic and uncontrolled.I he
Adrain's POVI sat in the dimly lit living room, the pile of files in front of me demanding my attention, but despite my best efforts, my mind kept wandering. The papers in my hands blurred as I replayed the events of the day, and, more specifically, thoughts of Matthew invaded my every moment.I knew he’d stepped out earlier to meet his friends. I always knew. There was nothing he could do that I didn’t notice, no matter how subtle. I watched him like a hawk, meticulously observing each move, each glance. A sly smile curled at the corners of my lips, amused by how much control I had over his emotions.The anger in his eyes when he looked at me, the fury building within him every time I outsmarted him. It was all so... delicious. He had no idea just how much power I held over him. Each glance, every clenched fist, only made me feel more in control. The way he couldn't stand losing, how he loathed my victories—it was like a game to me, a twisted kind of sport, and I was winning.Matthe