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"I warned them. But you… you'll learn tonight what it means to be mine."
Sea didn't mean to look back.
But he did.
That was all it took. One glance.
One innocent glance at the boy who'd smiled at him in class—
And now… Boss had him pressed against the wall of his penthouse like a criminal.
"Did you smile at him?" Boss's voice was low, vibrating with barely restrained fury.
Sea swallowed hard. "I didn't mean—he was just—"
"Wrong answer."
A slap of heat ran through Sea's skin as Boss's hand gripped his chin, tilting his face up with dominance. The air around them was thick—like lust and thunder had gotten drunk together.
Boss's eyes were dark. Glowing. Something between rage and madness.
"I warned them not to look at you. I warned you not to look at them."
He pulled Sea away from the wall, dragging him to the bed—his steps loud, his breathing louder.
The room felt alive. The red light flickered.
The sheets were black. The mirror across the bed reflected Sea's terrified, flushed face.
"Strip," Boss ordered.
Sea hesitated.
Boss stepped forward. His hand yanked Sea's shirt apart—buttons scattered like glass.
"I said strip."
Sea obeyed, shaking hands undoing his pants. Boss stood, watching.
Predator.
King.
Beast.
When Sea stood there, naked and vulnerable, Boss finally stepped close.
He reached out—gently at first—fingers running down Sea's chest.
Then he grabbed his throat.
Pulled him close. Whispered against his lips:
"You're going to beg tonight."
Boss pushed him down onto the bed, crawling over him like a storm.
His mouth kissed and bit and claimed—leaving marks, trails of wet heat.
One hand pinned Sea's wrists above his head.
The other slipped between their bodies, teasing, playing—
But never giving enough.
"Say you want me," Boss growled.
"I want you," Sea gasped, breathless.
"Say you'll scream for me."
"I will…"
"No. You'll scream my name."
Then Boss entered him—and it wasn't gentle.
It was raw. Deep. Full.
Like he was pouring every drop of jealousy, rage, and madness into Sea's body.
Sea arched off the bed, moaning loud, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.
But he didn't stop Boss. He wanted more.
His body shook, begged, surrendered.
The mirror showed everything—how Boss moved, how he looked at Sea like he was both a treasure and a possession.
Their bodies slapped. Skin to skin. Moans and growls.
The bed creaked. The headboard banged. The scent of sex filled the air.
Boss whispered, "You're mine."
Sea cried out, "Yours—!"
"I'll f*ck you until the memory of anyone else burns away."
And he did.
Over.
And over.
And over again.
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Afterward, Sea lay trembling under the sheets, his body exhausted, marked, ruined in the most addictive way.
Boss lit a cigarette, sweat dripping from his chest, still breathing heavy.
He looked at Sea—completely destroyed and blissed out—and smirked.
"Next time you smile at another boy… I'll tie you up and make you come until you forget your own name."
Sea whispered, voice wrecked, "You're insane…"
Boss leaned down and kissed his bruised lips.
"I warned you, baby. I'm obsessed."
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To be continued