18+ content ahead. Read at your own risk. This scene includes obsession, rough intensity, and raw emotion.
Boss's POV
He didn't speak.
Not when Sea followed him home.
Not when he opened the door to his penthouse and Sea stepped inside without asking.
Not when Sea sat quietly on the edge of his bed, eyes downcast, like he was waiting for punishment—or pleasure. Maybe both.
Boss poured himself a drink, his jaw clenched as he watched Sea from the corner of his eye. That soft neck. That trembling chest. That lip—swollen from being bitten too many times from nerves.
"You came to me," Boss finally said, voice dark, low, rough like gravel. "Do you know what that means, Sea?"
Sea nodded silently.
Boss dropped the glass. It shattered.
He moved.
And in a heartbeat, Sea was pinned against the wall—legs parted by Boss's knee, wrists trapped above his head.
"You gave yourself to the devil, sweetheart," Boss growled into his ear. "And now the devil wants to taste what's his."
Sea gasped when teeth grazed his throat. A hand slid beneath his shirt, nails dragging down sensitive skin like a warning: I can destroy you.
"Say you want this."
Sea swallowed, his voice breaking, "I… I want this."
"That's not enough." Boss bit down—hard—on his neck. Sea let out a choked moan, hips jerking. "Say you want me. Say you want to be ruined."
Sea whimpered, breathless. "I want you. Ruin me. Please."
Boss's restraint snapped.
He tore the shirt apart, buttons flying, then dragged Sea to the bed like prey. Sea fell back onto the silk sheets, eyes glassy, cheeks red.
Boss stood over him, stripping his shirt slowly—revealing scars, tattoos, and muscle that screamed danger. His eyes never left Sea's. Not once.
"You make me insane, you know that?" Boss muttered. "You make me want to lock you away, fuck you breathless, and brand my name on your soul."
He crawled over Sea, forcing his thighs apart with ruthless hands. Fingers bruised as they gripped his hips, then mouth—wet, hot, punishing—crashed against Sea's chest, neck, lips.
It was not gentle.
It was war.
Hands tangled in hair, backs arched, teeth clashed. Sea's moans turned to sobs of pleasure, body jolting with every thrust, every slap of skin, every filthy word whispered into his ear.
"Mine. Say it—"
"Y-Yours—"
Louder. "Say it, Sea!"
"YOURS!"
Climax hit like a freight train. Violent. Mind-shattering. Sea cried out as Boss held him through it, refusing to stop, refusing to let go.
Their bodies collapsed together, trembling, hearts pounding like drums of war.
For a long moment, there was only silence.
Breathing. Sweat. Skin. Broken whimpers.
Then Boss whispered into Sea's ear, still inside him, voice wrecked and almost soft—
"You asked me to ruin you. But I think you just ruined me too."
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To be continued