CHAPTER 11 #2
I obey, my pulse roaring in my ears as I present myself to him, my ass in the air, my hole already wet from his mouth. His fingers press in first, two, then three, stretching me open, his other hand working the toy against my entrance.
“Breathe, Angel,” he murmurs, but his voice is strained.
He’s just as desperate as I am.
The first press of the dildo is intense—thick, unyielding, filling me in a way that makes my vision blur. But then Pierce’s cock is there too, the head nudging against my stretched hole, and I sob as he pushes in.
“Oh, fuck—” The burn is white-hot, my body struggling to take them both, but he doesn’t stop.
He sinks in, inch by inch, his cock sliding alongside the toy, the stretch obscene. My arms shake, my face pressed into the sheets, my hole throbbing around the double invasion.
“That’s it,” Pierce grunts, his hands gripping my hips so hard I’ll bruise.
“Take it all, Angel. Take both cocks like a good boy.”
I can’t even answer. I’m full—so full, my ass stuffed beyond reason, my cock dripping onto the bed.
He starts to move, slow at first, pulling the toy out as he thrusts his cock in, then reversing.
The drag is insane, every ridge of the silicone rubbing against my prostate, his cock hitting that spot deep inside that makes my toes curl.
Then he snaps.
His grip tightens, and he fucks me—hard, brutal strokes, the toy and his cock pistoning in and out of me in a rhythm that has me screaming.
The bed creaks, the headboard slamming against the wall, the sound lost under the wet, filthy noises of our bodies.
My cock is trapped under me, leaking, my balls drawn up tight.
“Gonna break your tiny cunt,” Pierce snarls, his hips a blur.
“Gonna make you take it—”
The bed cracks.
One second, I’m braced on my hands, the next, the frame collapses under us, the mattress tilting violently. Pierce doesn’t stop. He just hauls me up, my back to his chest, his cock and the toy still buried inside me as he fucks me through the wreckage.
“Daddy’s gonna cum,” he growls, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.
“Where do you want it, Angel?”
“M-mouth,” I gasp, my hole clenching around him.
“Please, I wanna taste you—”
He pulls out with a wet sound, the toy falling to the floor as he spins me around. His cock is a dark red, veins throbbing, the head swollen. I open my mouth, and he shoves in, his hand fisted in my hair.
“Swallow all of it,” he orders, and then he’s coming, thick ropes of cum hitting the back of my throat.
I gag, but I don’t pull away. I take it, my lips sealed around him, my own cock forgotten as I drink him down, his taste bitter and perfect.
When he’s done, he collapses back onto the broken bed, pulling me with him. His arms wrap around me, his chest heaving, his cock still half-hard against my thigh.
“Fucking perfect, cupcake, you’re a fucking dream,” he murmurs, his lips pressing to my temple.
I melt into him, my body spent, my ass throbbing, my tongue still has the aftertaste of his cum on it. The red light bleeds over us, the scent of sex and sweat thick in the air.
And for the first time tonight, I let myself breathe.
CHAPTER 11
HARLEY
It’s been almost two weeks since the call.
Since the talk with them.
Honestly… calling them “parents” doesn’t even feel right anymore. Not after everything. Not after the way they looked at us—like we were something to be erased instead of understood.
They’re strangers now. And weirdly? I’m okay with that. Because I have him.
Pierce.
My boyfriend.
The word still feels unreal sometimes. Like I’m saying something I used to only think about late at night, when I was younger and lonelier and stupid enough to believe he’d never come back.
And yet—
Here he is. Laying next to me in our bed.
Yeah, people would call it wrong, twisted, taboo even. Stepbrothers turned into something more. But honestly? I don’t care. Because people judge no matter what. You could live the most perfect, quiet, acceptable life and someone would still find something to criticize you for.
So what’s the point?
You get one life. One. And I’m not wasting mine pretending I don’t love him just to make other people comfortable.
Still…
There’s one thing. One question that’s been sitting in the back of my mind for months now, ever since the auction. Every time I tried to bring it up — he dodged it, changed the subject, distracted me.
But not today.
Today, I want the truth. The real truth.
I stop in front of his office door, take a breath, then knock.
“Come in.”
I push the door open and step inside. He’s sitting behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, focused on something on his laptop.
He looks up the second I walk in, and softens instantly.
“Angel,” he says, leaning back slightly.
“What are you doing here?”
There’s a hint of a smile on his lips.
“I want to talk,” I say.
“About what?”
“The auction.”
“I want the truth,” I add quietly.
A beat passes, then another. And then—
He closes his laptop.
“Alright,” he says.
“I didn’t have much when they kicked me out,” he starts.
His voice is calm, controlled. But there’s something darker underneath it.
“Just a few millions. Whatever I managed to withdraw before they cut me off completely.”
“After a few months…” he continues, “I met the right people.”
A faint smirk touches his lips.
“The kind of people who know how to make money. Real money.”
I raise an eyebrow slightly.
“Not exactly legal, I’m guessing?”
He huffs a quiet laugh.
“No. Not exactly.”
There’s no shame in his tone.
“I didn’t care,” he says.
“About the legality. About the risk. About any of it.”
His gaze lifts to mine.
“I cared about one thing.”
“Never depending on anyone again.”
“I wanted power,” he continues.
“Control. I wanted the world—and everyone in it—to either respect me…”
His voice lowers slightly.
“Or fear me.”
And I believe him, every word of it.
He stands then, moving around the desk until he’s right in front of me.
“I also knew something else,” he says quietly.
His hand comes up, brushing lightly along my jaw.
“That I was coming back for you.”
“And when I did…” he leaned in slightly, his lips ghosting over mine, “I was going to give you everything.”
Then he kisses me, slow, possessive.
When he pulls back, I’m still trying to catch my breath.
“So…” I swallow.
“The auction?”
“Yes.”
“I own it,” he says.
“It’s one of my businesses.”
“Alongside a few others.”
“Like what?” I ask, almost afraid of the answer.
He watches me for a second.
“Drugs, guns, crypto, fake documents. There’s three most influential, and the most feared men in the Aurelia City. Each of us has his own area, and we help each other from time to time, not for free of course.”
“Who are the other two you work with?”
“Well, my area is drugs. Vincent Heisenberg is responsible for all sorts of weapons, guns and things like this. Then there’s Draven Cadbury.
He was the first man I’ve met, he’s the one who introduced to this business ideas.
Draven is responsible for anything with crypto, fake documents of all kinds.
If you need any sort of papers – Draven is the man that you’ll need to see. ”
“Wait? You said Heisenberg and Cadbury?”
“Yes. Why are you asking?”
“That’s funny. When I was kidnapped, the first time, I’ve met two guys there.”
“What guys?”
“Archie Heisenberg and Theron Cadbury. I’ve never seen them after the night you bought me. I have no idea if they are even alive, or where they even are?”
Then I see a smile appearing on Pierce’s face.
“Why the fuck you’re smiling? Can you find out where they are? And if they were bought, where are they now?”
“I don’t need to look, cupcake. I have an idea where they might be.”
“What do you mean? How can you know it?”
“You see… Vincent Heisenberg is Archie’s stepdad. And Draven Cadbury happens to be Theron’s uncle, so…”
“Wait? You think they bought them off at the auction as well?”
“Well, the three of us are the co-owners of the auction, so I’m sure. I’m actually certain, that is exactly what they did.”
“You seem sure of that. How?”
He comes closer and puts a small kiss on my lips.
“See, Angel, I’m not the only one, who used the Auction to get what I want.”
Then the realisation hits me.
“Oh…”
“I can call Vincent and Draven and see if we can arrange something for you guys to hang out.”
“Okay. You were telling me all about your businesses. Sorry, for interpreting you.”
“Yes. The not-so-legal things aren't the only way I use to make money. I also have legal ways as well – hotels, hospitals, construction.”
“You built all that?” I ask, my voice quieter now.
“Yes.”
“That’s insane.”
“How much?”
He tilts his head.
“How much what?”
“How much are you actually worth?” I ask.
“Everything included. Legal, illegal… all of it.”
There’s a pause, then he smiles.
“Why do you want to know that?”
I shrug slightly.
“I don’t know. I just…” I grin a little.
“I want to know how rich my boyfriend is.”
That earns a quiet laugh.
“You don’t have to worry about money, Angel,” he says.
“Ever. I can get you anything you want.”
“I know that,” I roll my eyes.
“I’m just curious.”
“I’m not that rich,” he says casually.
“Yeah, right.”
“Roughly… 169 billion.”
My brain short-circuits.
“What the actual fuck?”
“That’s not—” I shake my head.
“That’s insane.”
“Normally,” he says slowly, “this is the part where I’d ask.”
My stomach tightens.
“Ask what?”
“If you want this.”
“If you want to be with me. Be a part of my world.”
His hand comes up again, gripping my chin lightly, forcing me to look at him.
“But you don’t get that choice.”
My breath catches.
“I already made it for you.”
“You stay.”
“Because I’m not letting you go.”
“I wanted you for years,” he murmurs.
“And now that I have you…”
“I’m never losing you again.”
My heart is racing, my thoughts spinning. But the craziest part? I don’t pull away, I don’t fight it.
Pierce made the choice for me.
He’s the only one I’ll belong to.
He’s the only one I need.