Semua Bab Bound by blood and lies: Bab 31 - Bab 40

We got to the wing of the house where their bedrooms were. The wing that I had been unable to enter. Luca scanned his thumb and the door slid open and we walked into the room. Wait. A room? As I looked between them I realized that they slept together. It should have been weird but instead, I found myself being jealous at the fact that they got to sleep together whilst I slept alone in my room. I had expected a room that just screamed luxury but what I was was a whole new level, it reminded me of the room in the basement. The bedroom was very big yet it still felt intimate. The walls were lined with deep, smoky gray panels, giving the space a sultry, seductive feel. A massive four-poster bed dominated the center of the room, draped in the finest black silk sheets that shimmered under the dim glow of the recessed lighting. Heavy, black curtains

Grabbing my cock, I slowly pushed it in, enjoying the way Matteo's body clenched around me, resisting the intrusion at first, trying to push me out before accepting me, just like he always did. A low groan escaped me as the tight heat wrapped around me inch by inch, the sensation so intense it nearly made me lose control and cum right there. Matteo let out a strangled moan, his grip on Eli’s throat tightening for a moment before he caught himself, loosening just enough for the other man to suck in a desperate breath. But that relief was short-lived as Matteo resumed his brutal pace, fucking Eli’s throat like he owned it again. "Fuck," I hissed, grabbing his hips as I went all the way in. "I missed this." Matteo arched his back, pressing against me, his body trembling as he adjusted to my size. He was always greedy, always desperate for more, but I knew he loved the slow burn just as much as the roughness that would inevitably come. I rolled my hips, dragging my cock almost all

The sun filtering in through the kitchen window warmed my skin. I could feel that I was different. Last night had changed a lot of things about me. I had never in my entire life imagined that I would have an intimate relationship with not just one man but two men. But now that I had experienced this, I had no regrets. My cock felt every tender every time I moved, a reminder of what we had done last night. A reminder of us. The heat. The pleasure. Everything. It was both intoxicating and terrifying. But ever since we left the bedroom and came downstairs, Matteo and Luca acted as if nothing had changed. They were back to their usual selves—Luca calm, calculating, and unreadable, while Matteo was wild with his playful arrogance barely contained. They bickered over eggs, talked business, but neither of them looked at me the way I wanted them to.

Power was a delicate thing. Most men thought it came from brute strength, from fear, from making others submit through sheer force. But true power wasn’t about that. It was about control—control of oneself, control of others, control of the game. And I had always been a master of the game. I had always believed that breaking someone was an art. There were two types of men in this world—those who broke under force and those who craved to be broken. Eli was the latter. I saw it in the way his body tensed before relaxing into my touch. In the way his breath hitched, his skin flushed with something dangerously close to shame. He was still fighting it, still pretending that he had a choice. But submission wasn’t about choice. It was about acceptance. And I was going to make him accep

We arrived at a mansion. The mansion stood before us, a grand epitome of dark luxury. It has tall towering gates that gleamed under the streetlights. The room bars had a series of intricate designs and at the top it had razor sharp spikes that could impale a person. It was a silent warning to anyone who didn't belong here. It has an equally tall fence that surrounded the property and stretched far beyond the eye could see. The entire place was reinforced and impenetrable. There were guards at every turn, they all stood like statues— silent, armed and watching. The driveway leading to the mansion was paved with black marble that was polished to the extent that it reflected the night sky. Whoever lived here was no small man— or woman. Luca drove past a row of luxurious cars— Rolls Royces, Lamborghini, Aston Martins, limousines— all screaming with wealth, power and danger. I swallowed hard.