Ellis
’ breath caught as Gabriel filled him, each inch stealing his ability to think. When Gabriel finally buried himself completely, he claimed ’ mouth in a kiss that made the world spin away.
Gabriel barely gave him time to adjust before he was slamming into him, using him, forcing so hard into the mattress he felt tears well in his eyes. Gabriel’s mouth swallowed his moans, his tongue plunging deep with every brutal thrust of his hips.
He clawed at Gabriel’s wrist on his throat, the pressure increasing, depriving him of air. His head spun as his cock leaked a steady stream of precum from the rough treatment.
Every brutal thrust drove him higher, vision blurring at the edges as Gabriel claimed him with a ferocity that stole his breath even without the hand on his throat.
had never enjoyed being treated roughly before. It had always felt fake, clients playing out their fantasies while he pretended to enjoy it. But with Gabriel, every bruising grip and harsh demand lit him up from the inside.
Gabriel fucked him like he needed him, like he couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t get close enough to satisfy the hunger burning between them. The thought made dizzy with want.
For the first time in his life, someone wasn’t just using his body. Gabriel was consuming it, desperate for every gasp and shudder, every mark of submission. His rough possession felt less like taking and more like claiming, branding as his in a way that made ’ whole body sing with the rightness of it.
Gabriel mouthed along his jaw, sucking marks into his skin. A brutal thrust sent over the edge, his vision whiting out as his body convulsed. Gabriel fucked him through it, cruel and selfish in his own pleasure. shuddered and gasped beneath him, overwhelmed and used and perfect.
Gabriel grunted into his neck as he ground against , pinning him to the mattress. He could feel Gabriel’s cock throb just before the warm sensation of cum filled him, marking him from the inside.
The feeling was foreign, raw, and primal. Heat bloomed in his chest as Gabriel’s release claimed him, made his, made him belong. felt drunk on it. The intensity of being wanted this much, needed this much, made ’ head spin.
Just as thought it was over, he found himself flipped onto his stomach, hips yanked up roughly.
“What… “ let out a groan as Gabriel’s fingers entered him, pushing the cum that had leaked out when he withdrew back inside.
“I am going to fill you up, mon petit oiseau. Fill you, and plug you, so my claim stays inside.” Gabriel thrust his fingers into him roughly before withdrawing, replacing them with his hard cock.
“I thought—” ’ words cut off in a hiss as Gabriel gave a brutal thrust, sinking back into him.
Gabriel grunted above him, pinning to the bed by the back of his neck. “It seems when it comes to you, I have the stamina of a much younger man.” His free hand reached beneath to stroke his cock.
fisted the sheets as Gabriel stroked the oversensitive organ back to life.
“Please,” begged.
“Please, what, little bird?” Gabriel’s hips never stopped, his thrusts causing the bed to shake beneath them. Each snap of his hips sent shockwaves through ’ oversensitive body. Caught in an endless spiral where pleasure crested into pain, only to spark back into blinding pleasure. Again and again until he couldn’t tell where one ended, and the other began.
“I don’t—” he choked, “I don’t know. It’s too much.” His cock throbbed painfully where Gabriel stroked it, every nerve ending raw and electric, pushing him toward a precipice he wasn’t sure he could survive.
“It’s never enough,” Gabriel growled into his ear before sinking his teeth into ’ shoulder.
gave a startled cry as a second orgasm crashed over him, painful as it was pleasurable. Gabriel fucked him through it, pounding into him relentlessly until he stiffened behind , the warmth of his cum flooding him again.
For several moments, they stayed suspended in the moment. Gabriel’s weight pressed against his back, both of them panting. Then Gabriel withdrew slowly, leaving empty and aching. The bed dipped as Gabriel rose, and heard his footsteps pad across the hardwood floor. The sudden rush of running water echoed from the bathroom.
drifted, pleasantly numb, until strong arms slid beneath him. Gabriel lifted him effortlessly against his chest, carrying him into the steam-filled bathroom. The water was perfectly hot as Gabriel stepped into the tub, settling between his legs, back to chest. Warm water lapped at his oversensitive skin as Gabriel began to wash him with gentle, careful strokes.
tensed as Gabriel’s fingers drifted lower, brushing his sensitive entrance. “Shh, mon petit oiseau,” Gabriel murmured against his temple. “Détends-toi, et laisse-moi m’occuper de toi.”
A small whimper escaped as gentle fingers cleaned away where Gabriel had marked him inside. Gabriel’s other arm tightened around his waist, holding him close as squirmed at the sensation.
“Tu es à moi maintenant,” Gabriel whispered, his voice a soothing rumble against ’ back. “Mon coeur, mon précieux.” Each endearment was punctuated with a soft kiss to ’ shoulder, his neck, behind his ear. “Relax for me, little bird.”
He should feel exposed right now, raw and vulnerable, like he always did after. Instead, melted deeper into Gabriel’s embrace, surrounded by a possessive tenderness that felt more like protection than weakness.
When made a small sound of loss, Gabriel’s lips curved against his skin. “Don’t worry, I’ll fill you again soon enough. You’ll never be empty for long.” His hands continued their gentle cleansing, but the promise in his words made shiver. “For now, let me take care of what’s mine.”
The warm water lapped around them as Gabriel finished washing with careful attention, then gave himself a quick, efficient cleaning. drifted, secure in Gabriel’s arms, the gentle rise and fall of Gabriel’s chest against his back lulling him toward sleep.
“Oui, Gabriel.” Annabelle’s voice from the bedroom doorway startled fully awake. He jerked upright, the water sloshing, but Gabriel’s arm tightened around him.
“Shh, she can’t see into the bathroom from there,” Gabriel murmured, amusement clear in his voice. When tried to sink lower in the water anyway, face burning, Gabriel’s chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Besides, she’s already seen you naked. After Heart Court, remember?”
slid further down until the water reached his chin, his face flaming. “That’s different,” he muttered.
Gabriel’s laughter deepened as he rose from the tub in one fluid motion, water streaming down his body and onto the heated tile. He turned back to , catching his chin in a gentle grip. “No one else will ever see you naked again,” he promised, his voice dropping to that possessive tone that made shiver. “Your body is for my eyes only now. Understood?”
nodded, flushing deeper but feeling an unexpected warmth in his chest at the possessive declaration. “Yes,” he whispered.
Gabriel helped him from the tub, drying him thoroughly before leading him into the bedroom. was dressed in impossibly soft sweatpants and a shirt that felt like clouds against his skin.
“What did Annabelle want?” he asked belatedly, watching Gabriel pull on perfectly fitted jeans.
“Dinner’s ready downstairs,” Gabriel replied, sliding on a shirt that somehow looked casual and impeccable. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
Gabriel led him down from the second floor to the dining room on the first. paused in the ornate archway, taking in the unexpectedly intimate space. Where he’d expected something cold and formal, the room felt warm and welcoming. A dark wood table dominated the center, sized for just eight people, with three chairs running down each side and heads at either end. The honey-colored trim work softened the burgundy walls, while custom cushions on each chair displayed the Rohan family crest in burgundy, gold, and white.
Lucas sat with Jean beside him, helping themselves to a few rolls from a basket, while Alain watched from across the table with barely concealed exasperation. The moment Jean spotted , he launched himself from his chair.
“Mais là! The monster releases you.” Jean wrapped in a tight hug.
Gabriel rolled his eyes as he sat at the head of the table, gesturing for to sit at his left, next to Alain. sank into the chair, trying not to shiver as Gabriel’s hand immediately found his thigh, a warm, possessive weight.
“How generous of Rohan to let you leave his lair. Though we’re still stuck in this prison.” Jean said, dropping back into his chair at Gabriel’s right.
“Not a prison,” Lucas said, placing a buttered roll on Jean’s plate. Jean snapped it up, shoving the entire thing in his mouth. Lucas’ grin was wolfish as he watched Jean struggle to chew.
frowned, looking across at Jean. “I don’t feel like a prisoner. Gabriel’s helped us both—”
“Indeed, he has,” Lucas interrupted, reaching over to ruffle Jean’s hair with obvious delight at the man’s antics. “And you should be more grateful. After all, Gabriel spent quite a bit buying out both your contracts.”
froze. “My contract?” He turned to Gabriel. “You bought my contract?”
Before Gabriel could answer, the dining room doors burst open as Annabelle and two maids swept in, bearing steaming dishes.
The smell of lemon and pepper filled the air as Annabelle and her assistants set down plates of perfectly roasted chicken accompanied by caramelized Brussels sprouts and mushrooms. Two male servants followed with wine, filling crystal glasses with a rich burgundy liquid.
stared at his plate, relief flooding through him at the sight of a single set of silverware. The entire scene felt surreal, with the elegant plating, the coordinated service, and the casual way everyone else accepted it as normal. He took a tentative bite and couldn’t stop the groan of pleasure that escaped him. Gabriel’s eyebrow raised, and felt his face heat. The hand on his thigh disappeared as Gabriel ate, and was surprised by how much he missed its warmth.
After a few minutes of appreciative silence, broken only by the clink of cutlery, gathered his courage. “About my contract,” he started, watching Gabriel’s profile. “An individual can’t buy out a contract.”
Jean scoffed, opening his mouth to say something, but suddenly went rigid. His hand shot to his wineglass as Lucas’s arm disappeared beneath the table beside him. Jean gulped the wine loudly, eyes wide above the rim, as Lucas continued eating calmly with his free hand, though his wolfish grin had returned.
“Confluence Asset Management acquired it,” Gabriel said smoothly, sipping his wine. “It’s one of those rather dull investment firms that manage property portfolios, acquisitions, that sort of thing.” He waved his hand dismissively as if discussing something entirely mundane. “They handle various holdings that don’t quite fit under La Sauvegarde’s direct umbrella.”
“Like me,” mumbled, pushing his food around his plate.
“The contracts will expire naturally. Yours in two months, Jean’s in nine. Should the labor office inquire, everything is perfectly in order.” His thumb stroked slowly against ’ leg. “I have no intention of selling either contract.”
“Then why—” stopped and swallowed. “Can I at least go outside?”
“You can go wherever you like, petit oiseau.” Gabriel’s voice was gentle. “Jean, however, must remain here.”
“What?” Jean’s fork clattered against his plate. “That’s not fair! You can’t just keep me locked up here like—”
“Like your father doesn’t know where you are?” Lucas cut in mildly, though his eyes were sharp. “Would you prefer we let him know?”
Jean went rigid, the color draining from his face. He stared down at his plate, jaw working. “No,” he said finally, voice small. “I wouldn’t.”
The silence stretched for a moment before Jean picked up his fork again, continuing to eat without further protest. Gabriel’s hand reached under the table and squeezed ’ thigh once more, and when looked up, Gabriel was smiling at him. Despite lingering confusion about why exactly he was there, smiled back.
Alain cleared his throat, drawing Gabriel’s attention. “About your brother’s whereabouts that night...”
“Ah, yes.” Gabriel’s hand remained steady on ’ thigh. “What did you find?”
“He spent both evenings with Marc Saint-Clair. First at Club Essence, then Le Rouge. The morning of the C-suite meeting, they were spotted leaving The Crown around four in the morning.”
Jean’s derisive snort cut through the tension. He swirled his wine, not looking up. “Tell me something that isn’t obvious. Where else would Henri be? Marc says jump, Henri asks how high.”
Gabriel’s brow furrowed. “That doesn’t sound like my brother.”
“How well does any older brother know the younger?” Jean’s laugh held no humor. He took another sip of wine, letting the bitter words hang in the air. “Marc’s kept Henri on a short leash for years. Everyone knows it.”
watched Gabriel study Jean with growing concern, saw questions forming behind those blue eyes. But before Gabriel could voice them, Annabelle swept in with dessert, her cheerful presence breaking the tension.
The conversation moved on, but couldn’t shake the chill Jean’s words had left. He’d seen that same bitterness in Jean’s eyes in the mirrors at Heart Court. Whatever was happening between Marc and Henri, Jean knew more than he was saying. And from the way Gabriel’s hand had tightened on ’ thigh, he hadn’t missed it either.