CHAPTER 34: FORBIDDEN PLEASURE

{no rape}

{proceed with caution}

{r 18 content}

Ethan moves fast, so fast Mason doesn’t even register the shift in the room until Ethan’s hands are already on him. His breath catches, panic erupting in his eyes. Ethan’s expression is cold, sharp, disgust and restraint battling under the surface.

In a swift motion, Ethan closed the distance and crashed his lips into Masons with all teeth and tongue, he kissed him like a man starved , he placed his hand on his hair as he grabbed it painfully trapping him in place, he violated his mouth leaving no space between them , he bit his lower lip till he tasted copper in his mouth, Mason hitched as he closed his eyes , as soon as they broke the kiss, Mason panted heavily , his mouth swollen and trickling with blood.

Ethan yanked his hair painfully exposing his nape as he sniffed , his pupils narrowed slightly as his blew heavy breath on his skin , he dragged him to the bed and pushed him on the bed with so much force intended "strip" he commanded , his eyes cold , his tone cold that sent shivers down Masons spine, Masons eyes dilated slightly as he pushed him backwards "Ethan , calm down" his voice shook slightly

Ethan’s eyes glowed dangerously as he stared at him with a death stare " do i need to repeat myself twice , little whore" he said " you are the one who wanted to see the wrath of an alpha , now strip before i make you " he threatened , Mason breath hitched , he shakily took his clothes as tears strained his eyes

This isn’t the Ethan i know , something is wrong , is this what Lucien always warned me about ?

Mason thought as he removed his trouser, his hands trembled as he fumbled with the button , avoiding the intense gaze , Ethan clicked his tongue impatience and pulled Mason with one leg towards him and yanked the trouser with one swift motion along with his underwear , leaving him exposed and vulnerable, he brushed his wet hair behind as he looked at Mason like a predator sizing its prey , he unzipped his pants , as his cock sprang free, he aligned it with his hole

"wait , i haven’t fully prepared myself yet" Mason said in a panicked voice

Ethan didn’t register anything and he thrusted in one full motion as Mason let out a painful gasp , he clenched tightly on the bed sheets , each thrust more painful than the next , Mason cried out for him to stop, but it went to deaf ears , blood dripped and stained the sheets

Please , stop, its painful . mason thought as tears rang free, his face a freaking mess as the tears mixed with his saliva and mucus combined

Ethan let out a roar grumble that vibrated n his chest " this is what you wanted right , then take it like a little whore you are " he said , his pace not faltering one bit "this is what you get for wanting to be something you are not , little slut" he punctured each word with a slap across his ass cheek as Mason let out a scream

When he’s done, he doesn’t speak. He just look at Mason with disgust and rage

Doesn’t soften.

Doesn’t look twice.

He just grabs Mason by the arm , doesn’t give him time to rest " out " he harshly said as Mason’s eyes widened in fear , he grabbed his trouser , yanks him toward the door, and kicks him out like he’s throwing out trash, he threw the trouser down "never step here ever again"

The door slams with a heavy, final thud.

Mason, clenching on his trouser like a lifeline , runs, actually runs, down the hallway, wiping his face with shaking hands, breath uneven, heart sick with something he can’t name. Terror presses into the sides of his ribs. He doesn’t stop until he’s out of the building, gulping cold air like someone drowning.

Inside, Ethan locks the door. Slowly. Quietly.

He rests his forehead against it, eyes closed.

A long breath shudders out of him.

"I really fucked up," he whispers. "I shouldn’t have started anything with your friend."

He opens his eyes, staring at nothing.

"Lucien... how will you handle it if you end up learning the truth?"

The silence that follows feels heavier than any noise.

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Lucien stands in his father’s office, the tension from earlier still coiled tightly under his skin. His father sits down, composed, unreadable, the smell of expensive cologne and authority filling the room.

Without a word, his father turns the computer screen toward him and plays the footage of the race.

Hunter’s last-minute catch.

The sparks.

The impossible angle.

The reckless leap Lucien demanded.

When the clip ends, the screen goes black.

His father closes the laptop with a quiet, controlled click.

"Care to explain what’s wrong here?" he asks, voice cold enough to frost glass.

Lucien inhales. His throat is tight.

"I asked Hunter to catch that prey."

"And...?"

"The conditions were unsuitable," Lucien says, quieter now. "But I still gave him orders to proceed." He continues with his hearth in his throat , so this is why he brought me here , well that was not even surprising honestly

Silence stretches. Suffocates.

"So you know where you went wrong," his father finally says. He stands slowly, too slowly.

"But because of your recklessness, you might have caused serious damage to the next clan head of the Dastin family."

Lucien flinches as his father’s pheromones thicken in the room, heavy and dominant, pressing down on his lungs.

He tries to speak.

"Father, I—"

But his father continues without hearing him.

Hunter is useful. Hunter is important for the business. Hunter has an upcoming engagement and cannot afford injuries. Hunter is a necessary asset, a future political alliance, a carefully maintained figure. Lucien didn’t bother listening to his father , he already knew the same speech each time

Lucien clenches his jaw.

"Father, being a rider means taking risks. That’s how they win. You have to propel forward."

"And it’s your duty to make sure he doesn’t take those risks, Lucien." His father sits on the edge of the desk, eyes sharp. "At least that is the one task I’m leaving for you."

Lucien’s chest feels tight. He doesn’t respond.

"Now," his father continues, "if you’ll excuse me, I have pressing matters to attend to."

Lucien leaves the office without another word.

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He walks into the kitchen, muttering under his breath, voice pitched mockingly.

"’It’s your duty to make sure he doesn’t take those risks,’ blah blah blah, stupid stupid things..." , he sighed annoyed , what a way to ruin his mood after a long day of working

He went to the kitchen , not even bothering to turn on the lights as he went staright to the fridge, He yanks the fridge open, grabs a bottle. The cold air hits his face. He closes it—

"Who are you talking to?" a voice whispers right beside him.

"Motherfu—!" Lucien yells and instinctively throws a punch.

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Merida sits on the couch now with an ice pack on her face, whining into it.

Lucien stands beside her, guilty and irritated at the same time.

"So... is it better?"

"Uhhhhh, I think you dislocated my jaw," she complains dramatically.

"I’m not the one who popped out like a ghost." Lucien muttered facing the other direction

"What?"

"Nothing. Press the ice pack harder." He said

He presses it for her, too aggressively.

"AAAAA—OW!" she screams.

"Sorry," he mutters.

"What were you even doing in the dark kitchen anyway?" Lucien asks.

Merida pauses, clears her throat, then proudly holds up a novel.

"Tah-dah."

"...Still lost."

She rolls her eyes, takes the ice pack off, and faces him fully.

"You remember the box I ordered? Your father found some of the books. He shredded them in front of me, Lucien. Shredded. Do you know how much I wanted to cry?"

Lucien stares. "It’s just a novel. Fake romances."

She smacks him on the head.

"This is so much more than that! It’s the chemistry, the misunderstandings, the hot powerful male leads who act like black flags but are soft green flags for their girl!"

She squeals, tossing her legs into the air in excitement.

"And forbidden romance. Huge age gaps." She grins at him. "Just like me and you f—"

"Stop. Please," Lucien groans. "I don’t want inappropriate thoughts of your relationship" god help this woman with no filter at all

She beams. "Oh, also, congrats on winning the elimination rounds!"

He gently smiled and nodded.

"Well! Time to read." She stands, book in hand. "Or how else will I know if my man rescues my lady and fucks him with the butt of his dagger?"

Lucien freezes.

"...Fucks with a what?"

But she’s already gone.

"Dad knew exactly what he was getting into when he married someone like her," he mutters.

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Timothy is tangled in sheets, a girl beneath him, a girl who looks too much like Tracy. He doesn’t want to think about why he chose her. He doesn’t want to think about her at all.

But he does.

And it pisses him off.

The next morning, a knock wakes him.

His mother enters with a tray. "Honey, I’m done making breakfast."

"Urrgh, Mom, I’m naked," he groans, rubbing his eyes.

"Oh please. I bathed you until you were ten." She smiles like it’s nothing.

"It’s different," he mutters, dragging the blanket over himself.

"Fine," she sighs. "Just don’t forget, the session with Mr. Dastin " she said as he looked at Timothy , already gauging out the reaction " make sure to look you very best tonight sweetie" she said before finally heading out.

The girl beside him stirs under the blankets, stretching in a long, lazy motion.

"Morning," she says sweetly.

Timothy goes silent.

She laughs. "How rude."

She stands, completely naked, and stretches again, then walks over to the pastries Ms. Gray left.

"Mmm, these smell delicious," she says as she grabs a biscuit and sits down.

Timothy eyes her impatiently.

"When are you going?"

"Oooh," she chuckles. "Done with my body and ready to toss me already?"

He stands and wraps a towel around himself.

"I paid you for this service. What more do you need?"

She goes still.

Then

"You know... I wasn’t happy last night."

Timothy freezes.

"You moaned a girl’s name." Her eyes gleam. "Let me think... Tracy."

He flinches hard.

Her smile widens.

"Bingo. So you have a crush on this Tracy girl?"

She bites the biscuit again, watching him like she’s reading him cover to cover.