Semua Bab HIS WILLING TOY: Bab 1 - Bab 6

JADEN I hate how my body always responds to him. Despite my disgust, I was still rock hard. "Open your mouth, Jade." The hardwood floor dug through my pants as I knelt there, shirtless, staring at the hard flesh in my line of vision. Lorenzo Vega towered over me, a dark silhouette of muscle and menace, his cock heavy in my face. I looked up, my green eyes meeting his blue ones which were sharp, icy, and devoid of warmth. He rarely smiled, only smirking when I struggled, his long dark hair falling forward to frame the snake tattoo that slithered down his collarbone. I parted my lips and took him in, the stretch familiar after a year of this. My tongue moved slowly at first, then deeper, knowing exactly what he craved. His hand gripped my hair, tugging hard, and a low growl escaped him. I was nineteen, a pawn in a game my parents lost before they died, traded to settle their debt. Tomorrow, I’d turn twenty, and he’d claim more than my mouth. He’d promised it in a dark vow: “

JADENI burst into the warehouse, panting, my fingers clutching my shirt. Dust swirled in the dim light filtering through cracked windows, making the space look more eerie. “Sophia!”My voice cracked, raw with panic. My eyes darted to a corner and I saw her tied to a chair, her mouth sealed with duct tape."Sophia!" She thrashed against the restraints, muffled cries leaking through the tape. “Sophia!” I raced toward her with arms outstretched, my heart beating a million miles per minute. I was ten feet away when a shadow peeled from the darkness behind her. I froze mid-step and held my breath as the figure stepped into the faint light. My stomach dropped.Enzo. His tall frame loomed, his dark hair spilling over his shoulders. His blue eyes narrowed, glinting with fury. Behind him more shadows shifted. I could recognize all of the men. I stumbled back as a gasp tore from my throat.“How?” I choked out, my voice trembling. “How the fuck did you—” He cut me off and stepped closer,

ENZOI shoved the door to my quarters open, the hinges creaking as I stepped inside. The air was heavy, stale with the scent of leather and cigar smoke that clung to everything I owned. I yanked my coat off and tossed it over the arm of a chair, then walked to the punching bag hanging in the corner.My knuckles were itchy so I didn’t bother with gloves. I slammed my fist into the bag. The thud reverberated through the room, a dull echo of the chaos in my head. Jaden’s eyes flashed in my mind, green, blazing, and spitting hate as he’d screamed, “I hate you, Enzo. I fucking hate you.” I delivered another punch, harder this time and the bag swung back. Jaden's voice had been a blade slicing through me, and I hated how it lingered, how it hurt. I drove my fists in again, left, right, left, the rhythm pounding out the memory of his tears, his contempt, and the way he’d looked at her instead of me.Sweat beaded on my forehead and dripped down my temples as I hammered the bag, my breaths c